Ocean December 2, 2014 7:34:50 PM – 7:37:21 PM

Barely touching your kisses, your lines of dark. I wrote myself into a frenzy back then.

In there behind the forest. Who was it that wrote:

Now I am just sailing in version …. The most important. The books rested around the coffee.

Not seek shelter in the river. The shadows shadowed. Wind, drag me with you across the plains, drag me all the way down to the cliffs.