memoryslandscape:

The clouds do not bother us
when we look for heaven. Always

we find a faint, veiled outline
like the ship on the horizon,

a dark memory
on the edge. The sea moves in waves,

garbling the language.
We’ve been a great distance

and the darkness has rolled back
enough to be honest.

Russell Evatt, opening lines to “[The clouds do not bother us],” burntdistrict (vol. 2, no. 1, Winter 2013)

Also look for Francesca Bell in burntdistrict, mah girl xoxo

(via journalofanobody)

Russell Evatt [The clouds do not bother us] burntdistrict