1145. 24.2.2020.

I take a hundred journeys with you.

I take you through streets, alleys, waves, grass fields, deserts, hallways, stairways, beaches, and air passages.

Unconscious journeys have you. Conscious journeys have you. You are omnipresence.

Beats slow down and there you are in each and every strike, your shoulders move in the way you moved on that one warm June night…such in slow motion that it haunts me till this day.