July 1, 2008 – 6:43 am

last night, before you came to bed, i dreamt about the ocean. there were children and lovers and hopeful mothers and it was a funny time of year (when the sun sets so slow and all you can hear is wind).

the calligraphic clouds draw fearlessly from our strength, and i watch the waves wandering closer.

i’ve been waiting all this time for something to break. i’m balanced here earnestly waiting for inevitable collapse, and still you patiently build sand castles around my feet.

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