Ocean January 7, 2015 2:37:30 PM – 2:39:07 PM

Someone has turned his sweater inside out. Where does ruined language want to go? Suddenly one night, giraffes fell from your dreams. Blue.

I love to wake up and see you wake up. The intimacy in writing.

Parts of your dreams fell out between your lips.

I don’t want to lose you, I whispered in your dream, and let my heart beat softly against your body.