Books:
I am your guide. In me you seek castles and mountains and the unraveling of truths.
Trees:
We are a million breaths breathing.
Heart:
I speak not a word, for I understand in silence, I see in blindness, I cry in darkness.
Eyes:
I am two moons reflecting the light within.
Night:
A witness to your solitude, an enemy to your thoughts, an inspiration for your dreams, a monster knocking at your door.
[…]
Grass:
I will grow above you and your mother and your father, and all those who will lie beneath me in the days to come.
Dieu Dinh, Tender Cracks; “What We Speak”
