Saturday, July 24, 2010

Driver

I knew him years ago already,
when I was five.
but we met last month primarily

It had been some time and we had searched for gold

I wanted some bronze.

Yesterday I felt little nausea
Mostly recognizing flying creatures and colors I had wished for
again
and again
in impossibility
I WANT EVERYTHING


He looked up as many times as he looked to the side.
I wondered what would happen the following week.
And I continued writing the novel.

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