Aug 26, 2017
'As I touched it, the surface became dizzy. I felt all the tiny trembling hearts between my hair follicles. Under my lids instead of the endless black river I saw every grain of sand of the desert of the unborn. Thousands of clear eyes blinking at me. Sparkling crystals. I was laying on the surface. The dizziness became so smooth, suddenly I was sorrunded by skin, and I felt the blood running fast in it's fingers back and forth. Warm, red hearts of the losts sending signs under my lips, between my legs, inside my own heart. There was nobody crying.'
by szonja szendi
