The earth that started to swell
traveling through the earth and all its passageways.
The real and the unreal hold hands and skip and play leaving nothing etched too deeply. orange cuts sharp early on the opposite wall of this carriage. Windows shut eyes shut.
I should be sleeping too. Hot pink crests as I have time to glance through that kid's window.
So many ways to move through space.
Pushing electrons aside faster and faster. Leaving things behind, left me behind. Human beings are so insignificant, and yet.
Nothing can be more spectacular than to feel.
You and me, us, we here, a few hours ago, in the car, in the dark. Smoking, driving across the bay.
august 9, 6:30 am
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