step one

reading and reliving these words rooted in your dreams brings me right there. in the moment. on these walks at dawn. into cool waters. revealing the cycle of moon and sun. even when all my sleeping hours are so easily forgotten. under the rumble of routine helicopters. through pop-out books of scenery lost. you sip turkish coffee from the copper pot and everything awakens. we are alive in these writings. heightened senses. for us who have found eachother without effort, it’s natural to say we are loved.