Collection Particulière

Omertà

Would you if you could?

We sit drinking coffee on the roof of a building like a plastic hawk dangling from an olive tree. You would only see it to believe it. We would hope we were equipped better, where it becomes not just a mistake. A process of transformation is one we have dismissed over and over. I’m almost only ready for it to happen again.

Sometimes it's a warm wind, though we rarely catch its breeze. It will always be the harshness that makes me come closer, though it will never be as deep as you think it is.

He could only be happy as his form disappeared into the warmth of its own frame.