commencing and sleeping well.

he doesn't have eyes like the ocean or the sky, but they're more like the fight between the two, right on the line of the horizon.

he doesn't mind the crumbs of toast in the bed, and, in fact, he understands it all completely.

and that smile, it could get me through days in the desert, sun high, skin burnt, last bit of water drained into the air.

and here i thought i was all alone.