Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Friday, October 01, 2010

The last sense

- I'm afraid.
Becoming dependent on others.
I'm afraid this is only the beginning,
that I'll slowly fall apart.
Afraid that my world will shrink.
That I'll be even more alone than I am now.
- Everyone is afraid of something.

The five senses

A list of things I want to hear:

the country
movements
thunder
wind
footsteps
rain
children's cries
birds singing
waterfalls