soma. there are clouds to be destroyed. dissapated by a presence that will be replaced by narrated memories. illustrations will be etched into our book. our book of water. these words, they sail like ships. clippers. we. navigate. between the storms of the scattered moments. i've never felt you breathe.

i wonder how many stars you can count before giving in.

and just how many pixels does it take to say i love you?

. . .

this could destroy us. i won't think too deep. she cannot bite too deep. every vision is rendered by frustration my hands are reaching out. here, i'm fumbling for a thread a line a word between the doubt and what is now and what is up ahead. what is left unsaid. my thoughts they're dancing and i'm leading and i'm falling out of reach. this sleep this weave of insomnia and sleep was never a design of mine. it won't matter how i blind my eyes or how many birds that i set free. the weather is lovely here in my head. when i am dreaming it is love that loves me.