There is a struck of light upon the pavement. The sun seems to whirl its way towards the reflective surfaces that glassy our eyes. People walk cutting the air, as it’s still settling, yawning meanwhile we cross upon the start of the day. Where the city allows it, grass, leafs and trees stretch with a…
The thought of a word. The slow touch of the not yet arrival. The unseen that forwards you, as you retrieve into concealment. The welcomed grasp of the unknown. The unstoppable fate long foreseen. The retrieval to an uncharted abashment for the wellbeing. The spoken truth that eliminates the stillness of the staidness as one…
1. Unsettling air of optimism. 2. Technical negligence. 3. Ultimate friend connection.
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‘My Pori’ by Heini Yliijoki