Here the day is already far ahead of me.

Glass millions of years old in the luminous desert. I’m just waiting around for the fucking sun. Now my dreams drift into a gentler, better time. It is all about the surface, I sailed around on the surface of everything. Darkness gathers outside and I feel your heart against my skin. Here the day is already far ahead of me. Like sitting on the palm of your hand watching your uvula break the horizon.