drip.

somebody wrote the word 'give' in black with marker, pretty much all over the city. wherever i look..wherever i go i see it. 

i wrote the word 'hope' in red with spray paint, everywhere i went a few years back.

and there's this nostaligia or something. with the smell of summer. or spring. and research. with words. and meaning. there's something in the air.

and i remember when. and in the morning i dream of massive canvas. with wide open space. and pocket dictionaries. and paint with colour. i dream of these things. 

and on my way to the bus i stop and i watch caterpillars. in their pillars.

and i dream of wind without rain.

and it's strange that somebody wrote the word 'give'. just recently. everywhere. in every place.

every 11 seconds the word. with its meaning. and i think i'm dripping over the edge with idea. 

or formation. and i need to get to the l i b r a r y. now. for coding. and understanding..