because today is brought to you by the letters M-E-L-I

i walk with your double hand balance in order to fill the instant // we don't know that we are happy and that's ok.

// today i will raise up sky scrapers for you with a thousand windows seen on the walls of the rue d'aubervilliers lime washed alive with love three benches of the path in the seminary // you write me from your room about everything. about the theatres.. about you and me.. about halloween.. about ninjas and black eyed girls.. about breathable air.. about everytthing. //// i write here and i say: happy birthday.