Conversation November 24, 2014 2:39:20 PM – 2:41:33 PM

What shall we do with the violent sky?

Who was it that wrote: Like another day where that was impossible.

I drew black squares on your skin to make sure everything was real. Sometimes a couple in love will come across each other and shrug their shoulders at the mind of the sun. For every layer of meaning in the stones. When I said your name, all I heard was the quiet whisper through the sand.