Conversation May 27, 2014 1:57:19 PM – 1:58:13 PM

It is like that. I awoke and lay there and saw your breathing follow up on the landscape of the duvets with little tremors and soft, undulating movements. Everything behind everything. We, old thoughts of silence. It was not the forests I came from.

The intimacy in writing. I sailed between your lips and kissed the meteorites glittering down through the atmosphere. Then the day slowly closed in on our eyes.