because the past is seeping when the mortar fills itself, i remember. and that is elixirs of sorrow, euphoria, & a rattle to the bones' unease. but for once, never must be cracking - and that is when i'm loosing my secrets. and in a heart-wrenching visual spellbind of rewound footage, i play it over and over instead of counting sheep.

you, asleep next to me on a cheap motel bed. there is a constant humming coming from the bathroom light one of us forgot to turn off on the left of the room & on the right, the gaudy blue curtains are parted ever so slightly near the bottom, spilling a glow of morning light on your sweet sleep deprived forehead from falling finally to dreams at 4am because you were watching "chopped" all night on the outdated tv while the cat ran over our bellies and mewed for attention. these past few days have all been restless, but beyond enchanting. we made it. the air is cool in september here. the people are deeper. in texas we would've had to wait until february, and all the encountered existences would still be flat. i feel home. but all my sweaters are packed away in a pod awaiting to be shipped to our first true place together. i'm homeless, and jobless, but the most fortunate soul to have found you. and soon all will fall into place. but for now i still find harmony just how we are. everything is magic. goodmorning lovebird, xo.