I remember waking up to a lilac sky and finding nothing in order…
everything was smudged with forgotten love and frailing death.
I knew you were somewhere beautiful with a window opening to the ocean…the yellow afternoons were your favorite.
In those southern shores i took no time in making the walks more slow…I remember taking pictures of that inclined tree for the delicate remembrances.
And now I see those photographs and I see the displacements of a crowd, the fights of a mutual pairs of eyes.
There’s nothing more deadly than the death of a understood vision…I understood your failures…I understood your blank patches…I understood why you needed to stand on each of the oceans of this world.
You were splendid being alone…you were always remarkable in making everything a warm whisper…
Donning the red hat I am on my way to the forest…you remember how I used to call you my forest even though I had never seen anything close to it…
well I am going to my virgin forest…where lights never stop fighting for appearances.
There is going to be a music to repel the desire to wake up more…

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Photograph: Amber Anderson.