December 2010
31 posts
airships and waves: to get to me →
airshipsandwaves:
I tilt my head down slightly in the shower, closing my eyes and holding my breath, wondering what it must look like to see my hair wet and weighed against my forehead. I haven’t been seen in years. There are beads of water, light and drunkenly tiptoeing down the crooked bridge of my nose, curved…
“I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without...”
– Franz Kafka, The Castle
