one more time i love you
we have the alien landscapes in arnhem land. there is a jolt to the abdomen. nervous energy. i do not have any time. i take a stroll down soon to be memory lane trying to take in more than just the mundane sense data. impossible to forget how you hold my hand. but i want to hold this feeling. impossible- i already feel something else. reports from the brain are starting to trickle to the mouth. i can hear my voice, but i do not understand.