I am stuck in a booming loneliness as big as your heart.  The idea of settling makes me want to climb inside of the world that is you, where all the rules are different. Instead I sit here, on the soggy moon, unsure what to think of the sea and how it sways, praising. There are people scurrying about the Earth, heading home. And I am here, waiting for a song, that part of you I love so much and hope to find one day within myself.