Jun
7th
Tue
7th
Four Small Things
Lily Hoang
Blue
Blue like what are your eyes? Blue like swollen oceans or blue like sullen lapis, blue like coronation marches or blue like bruised sadness, blue like nothing like mine, not a shade of same, makes for magnificence, that smallness of difference, comely and becoming—everything.
Pen
To you who will pen my life story: Do not forget the relentless reproduction of chores, always, even if this truth will only bore your readers.
Line
The line between infatuation and delusion is invisible to the eye, naked or dressed.
Plane
Desperation like mine is not plain but planed, a diagonal dangling in two dimensions.
(Source: readtwelvestories.com)
