Don’t tell me to write a story where the illustrations paint themselves.

Under the Water- by Clare and the Reasons

I roll over twice
and find i haven’t moved
blank tv screen
fills my mind with love

this was astonishing my dear
Manhattan figurine
walking here to there
is where i am
and where i want to be

under the water
under my foot print
under the big sky
under the bright stars
everyone’s sleeping
and this is the place
where we come from
and this the space
growing and away
never meant there was a better

place your hand in mine
and know i’d rather be
be without the which
makes us understand

this was avoidable my dear
subway car speeding
right across your face
it lets me know I’m
only waking now…

Our assignment—-> Drapery without cutting the fabric.


-Oro Continua