Ocean 2.11.16 11:08:56 to 11:09:51

Letter in April. Me, me. I could feel your heart beat against my dick. A line threatened to intervene in my thoughts, to seduce my thoughts, terrify my thoughts. I’ve stalled on the threshold of the day. The sand fretted my thoughts, made them round and soft until they disappeared. Over the rubble. Around things.

We thought about words we could not forget. Someone unfolds my thoughts and turns them into a bright future.