You say something about the sun. And yet, was it the codes, the systems? Can I write that? I try to draw your shining eyes in my sentences. As if someone had written, blindly, on their own memories.

I awoke and lay there and saw your breathing follow up on the landscape of the duvets with little tremors and soft, undulating movements. The sentences are an ocean. I try to draw your radiant eyes in my sentences.