moving

here

it

with every dripping drop it grew
expanding from inside
filling to the brim
exceeding the bounds
and it was amazingly inconceivable
that it with your tunes
could grow
and in the absent of you and in the presence of your voice
I understood that this is on another level than what we might think, whatever it might be
because to give it a name would only put up limits and that is the last thing we can do

I am the rain

waste

I found memories. they make me long for the future even more. are you with me for another round baby?

we could fly in that world, because wings where not needed

carried by the smile by the nothingness of air by the absent of solid ground by the will and by the eagerness we would fly only by these supporting us making us steady and your limbs as well as your body would in the world where we could fly be vigorous and your breaths deep and powerful you would through yourself up into the endless sky where birds swam though you would still name it sky and from distance you would call out to me that there was no need to be afraid because the sky was so deep that no one could drown