Something glittered (glittered) between my fingers. You wrote a sentence on my skin to help me look through your eyes. Star continent. You say something about the sun. The wall around the words. You reach out your eyes towards shores to come. I don’t want to lose you, I whispered in your dream, and let my heart beat softly against your body. I could feel the fragile truth.

As if someone had written, blindly, on their own memories.