Day 1653, grey pillars. Day's pictures, Poetry There is this crossing that I go back to whenever I am hungry ~ I will sit in the grass besides these grey pillars and look to the other side where I have been just came from and want to go to ~ somewhere in the middle of this passage I can look far for a moment at the horizon and I feel complete ~ but I like to sit here still in the grass to besides these grey pillarsShare this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related