the sky birthed thunder

May 24
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a naked man, a complete stranger to me, just now stopped at my door and asked me in a deliberate and friendly way whether i lived here in my house, something there couldn’t be muc doubt about, after all. the definite outline of the human form is unbearable; the toothless mouth of the grandfather laughing at his grandchild. the person who gets lost in possibility soars high with the boldness of despair.