Wind, drag me with you across the plains, drag me all the way down to the cliffs. Around hesitant stars we came up with names for things. Desertion. In the night a distant voice had almost fallen asleep. That we never really become a part of the world. Then the day slowly closed in on our eyes.
One morning, you let a piece of the sky rest against my chest. I had fallen out of a spotted sleep and into a deep melancholy and now I drove on through the sorrow of the landscape.