The Person I know

Met once. Never met again after. Certain feeling of purity and touch of fragility were present there at the moment. And now. And will be tomorrow, or the day after. After me comes his sight, after sight comes my will. Shred your underwear and come outside in the sun. Wind is blowing our thoughts away at the moment. And now. And the day after.

Story by Evgeny Mezhibovskiy

Person - Ole Spötter