διαλογος

Behind that Tree
μουσικη: chronik
λογια: ιακωβος



you've been standing there since yesterday. i can't find a word to say.

are you thirsty? run with me? ...hello?

there's a street behind this tree and there's a tree behind that street... not far from here. not far from

[anywhere]

i want to see. i want to see.

what would
our hands
sound like,
tasting
one
the other? i want to see.

i want to see.