Cold desert

The sand came raining down on the dry land.


Medicine is magical

This is the first time you say I remind you of money.
This is the first time I say we should call ourselfs an institution.
You hold yourself onto me when you hold me.
You laugh when you say you don't think you can love me.
But I say medicine is magical and I think you could.



A tree walked through me yesterday. Now my heart has turned to wood.



Does it deserve a quiet night?
My screaming underwater becomes an airbubble speeding to the surface and when I come up for air she smiles at me.
You didn’t hear me right?