They looked like a landscape that morning.
As if I could walk down the airplane stairs and skip around on them, like giant sponges.
She was drawing, my Taiwanesian friend, drawing the beauty we saw. Bachelor of Arts, what a dream.
The paradise looks like a sunrise, I know it already. An infinite sunrise, just like my pictures are eternalised.
Dreaming a bit more, deleting time.
We pretended that we could meet in our dreams when we were young,
play together in the imagined snow outside. Climbing trees and libraries.
I keep dreaming all those things, with new faces and no boundaries.
Boulder. Bouldering. Falling down from mountains in Yosemite.
Skydiving, flying, towards the ground. En hand i himlen, som vi alltid sa.
The plane is landing and my parents are waiting on the other side of the barrier.
My friends are waiting at home, calling, messaging - yes I am here
I am here now, for a little while. Play with me and show me what I have forgotten.