In every night remnants of meaning slid along with you. You, you.
It is every single rock in my heart, slowly but inevitably turning into stars and sparkling diamonds. I drank the dry. The view was a fuck-up-store. Some light fires and turn into hesitant smoke, while others forever stiffen up and become like stone. We thought of giraffes, cheetahs and long since extinct species living in the oceans.