a juxtapositioning fate. find our mutual coordinate. . moments of clarity are so rare. i better document this. at last the view is fierce. all that matters is.
Why can't you give her room?. Respect her spatial needs.. I feel you compress her. Into a small space.. . With clairvoyance,. She knew what you needed,.
Oh look there's something in the sky,. A creature floating, way up high,. It is not merely sitting there,. But falling slowly through the air.. . The sky grew pink and gold, it's knees,.