i was awakened by the clickity clack of the remotes as they made their way up and down the valley we created with last nights fast moving glacier – no million years needed to change our landscape – just two words. two words. two lumps of chemicals exchanging elements with the world. a fjord left holding our go go gadget arms that control our contact with the outside world.
i much prefer the nights when we form an island. exchanging elements with one another to survive, an ocean of thoughts surrounding us, rising with each inhale of one anothers existence – tectonic shifts pushing us higher – and then, i am awakened by your ‘ouch’ when i roll over on your hair. you roll away. and i pick up the clickity clack remotes left in the valley.