krodgers
It's that, which I've been seeking. Running up over the field of ocean as it brushes itself into the red rock and white cliff. The surf, foaming up, a white linen rope leading her mouth deep into the sand until she can no longer speak. And that's where he and I go together, to dive into her skull, to parch ourselves, to hug each other and find our souls exploded- mines being mined out of existence.