07 agosto 2010

Something small from the plane

Remember it was just a window to shout through… Me shouting through it – that was the diagnose. First I only glanced through, then reached out my hands and before I realised, I jumped out of the window and I ran outside. Suddenly I saw your door was open, asking me in. But I was running and running free and I already knew that we don’t need any frames to go through to be happy and to love each other.

As if it heard my thoughts, the window spread its wings and flew away…

28th July 2010

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