Every Always Now
Every night I have been dreaming of warmth and clouds and the soft indentations of fingers on wet sand.
I have never been able to keep still - not in sleep, because I have to fight darkness and run from fire, and not awake, because my toes itch to move and my shoulder blades are always looking for the sky - I have never been able to keep still, but my bones have been quieter at every sunset, and my muscles warm to melting more quickly each night.
