Valeria Alevra©2012 walking on wood - Grow and send

walking on wood

Grow and send

When he’s tired I lose the world around me. Don’t talk, nobody talks to him. He won’t listen. Like a heavy ball of dough, he can’t separate his limbs from his torso, or move his neck; he has no spine. ‘Here you go, you‘ll feel better when you’ve rested.’ Won’t talk to you either, lacks the ability of human speech. When he’s tired I just need to wait for another full circle. I can’t stay here forever. The summer will smell of warm cornfields and we’ll stop at diners on the highway, I’ll tell him that on Monday.

by Valeria Alevra

(Source: walkingonwood)

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