In there behind the forest.
Back then we were slacking while the days passed between the nights. Do not seek shelter in the river of another language, but learn it. One morning, you let a piece of the sky rest against my chest. As I lay there and listened, I became afraid of losing you. A line threatened to intervene in my thoughts, to seduce my thoughts, terrify my thoughts. I fell asleep and lay there and felt your breathing follow up on the landscape of the duvets with little tremors and soft, undulating movements.