i put wishes in the coinslots of washing machines

... and i watch them tumbledry until they're soft and fluffy and static-y

if phonecalls did not cost so much, i would narrate my thoughts to you in utter monotony through the receiver so that you could hear them while i tangle my fingers around the cords. then you can cast your own net of emotions and expressions over my thoughts so that you could ake them yours. and that would save me a million years of writing nonstop over everything i own and my fingers wouldn't be inkstained and weeping from all the heaviness of words walking through them. you would be able to see my eyes and recite the exact color of it in perfect latin and everything would momentarily seem ok.
if telephones were still tied to wires and telephone poles, there will not be enough wires to tie around us and let our voices travel eventhough we are standing next to each other.

sometimes standing over the edge of a curb with the tip of my feet peeking over it feels like standing a thousand storeys above the ground and everything seems so small it looks as if there's nothing below. sometimes you are one and part of everyone down below - almost invisible, moving amongst the gravel cracks and i wouldn't be able to reach out to touch you. and if i jumped i would fall so far down so quickly that it would feel as if i've never fallen at all. and i will fall forever with the base of my shoes firmly on the gravel.