Conversation June 21, 2014 11:03:19 AM – 11:04:08 AM

Wind, drag me with you across the plains, drag me all the way down to the cliffs. Like sitting on the palm of your hand watching your uvula break the horizon.

I try to understand this coincidence:

To listen no longer made sense. It is the wind blowing tunes through the rushes. Everything can disappear in meaningless eyes. I lay there listening to your heart.