"I suppose, I wish I could write it in poetry. But poetry is more about nothing than everything. This is everything, I could probably express something, but not anything. We know it, I see it in the itch of the little ball of freckled flesh on the tip of the nose. We'll keep it in the synchronicity of our hearts. I will put forth this energy for it to be had by all."

Last night maybe wasn't the first time it was completely evident. But I swear it was like seeing a meteorite shower compared to one shooting star. The voice, the eyes, my words, her heart. The simple syncing of hearts and minds.

My soul rises so high, like it has always, for something tangible this time. The drifting out of my body, I may feel a little lost. Is the story forming?
Well, duh. Acceptance. If I find my mind in the sky, I want you there.

There is a Big Hard Sun.

"On the coast of somewhere beautiful, trade winds blowing through her hair, sunlight dancing on the water, I wish I was there."