Ocean June 21, 2014 12:21:39 PM – 12:23:01 PM

The plain turns into darkness and stone. I awoke and lay there and saw your breathing follow up on the landscape of the duvets with little tremors and soft, undulating movements. There is something about places filled with things that will happen. What, hangs. As if someone had written, blindly, on their own memories. The joy that sailed on the threshold of the night in streams of black. I love to wake up and see you wake up.