Conversation December 2, 2014 7:41:23 PM – 7:42:56 PM

I no longer have room for the fine hairs on my skin. There was something that opened up. From time to time you said some words I didn’t understand.

The northern lights hesitating in our voices. When I wrote your name in the shadows, a beam of sun fell through my window. Nothing, I received nothing. I could feel your heart beat against my dick. They light up the shadows while some liquid oozes, oozes in darkest darkness.