Two of us living in the same steady spaces, seamlessly moving in and out of repeating walls. Two pairs of hands pulling at cotton, pretending we don't see the threads catch and unravel at our feet, pretending that we can hear through endless sirens. How we work, how we don't..... It will always be this way.
This is what happens when you keep writing stuff down.
We are not the kind of people who let go, we cling like limpets to our lives, and there is a distnace that we paw at, we draw maps to pour ourselves into. There are places between water where we can meet.
I want an adventure. I want to fall into the sky. Heavy,hard,slow.