THESE ARE OUR SEEDS
Tonight the road tremble because the killer whale has arrived. It's sad because the orca doesn't show himself. I ordered an old camera at the corner shop to eternalize the street.
Into a heron.
I ripped THIS hunger.
Under the starvation.
Heroin THESE fingers in my past.
Buy my another microphone / solitude steps on me.
I walk with the fingers on the border of the glass. ISTUMBLE. WaterOf the sea of North. In the other hand I grip a feather. EightHundred Forty One Kilometers separate us. Lifebelt for fingers.