.ara batur.

I was running through a field.

Yellow strips of bang glided past my face as it became a memory destined to befall all of my childhood. It was all yellow. And as I defeat the grass it crunched and gave way to my galloping pace. A charge similar to that of a patriot; intentional and with feeling. And God crept beneath the tallest layers of the sky, where I could breathe him in the atmosphere. And the branches stretched and reached up, as if to touch him; beckoning..

And in that moment, I could not remember etched marble. I did not feel I was late, or out of time. There were enough numbers for all of the stars, and I could remember the sound of the room the night I dreamt about you.