"Are you still there? Are you still listening?" ---------------- "its not like i've typed out our conversations many times before. the things we said in days previous, couldn't live too long inside of me so my fingers got used to pressing against the easily bruised keys of the phone screen until every tap kept telling me to run, lightly and with love. its seeing the criss/crossed markings like nautical charts. laying out the gorges and gaps ahead for us, why couldn't there be another way .... i thought to set sail with your spirit clutched tightly to my chest. --------------- "i don't think so."