小事情 tiny bits

- there's a red rose paddel suddenly appear on my doorsteps, days passed and the color fade it shirks a bit, like life passing by the still moments.

-the fiction that i'm reading making all the comes and goes as nothing but normal, the fading of once passion. are we reading and watching too many too much to be made believe that the love must be evacuated some day, is there still chance that we could create something original, at this very moment very life ?

-i fall in love with cats and fall in love with some one. the fall making me grounded. like the world doesn't have to be too big to be completed.

-he never know how i look at him when he's asleep, vice versa.

-others sees something i don't, that reminds me

-yes i can own less to be full . own less to be right.

little murmur

today i said to a friend ,
maybe love is mildly a projection, and the body is the screen.