what to wear when the sky is dressed in clouds

from where we stand the world stretches in so many directions that even the horizon seems dizzy.

on a day built for sleeping i am soft eyes and caffine. stringing sentances together with mismatched words. i await the descent into uncertaintity but by late afternoon it has failed to arrive.

i meditate on elasticity. on interventions that fall with such grace that they are almost divine. i study the stiches in the webs that we weave and am convinced that the whole universe must be made of time.

and on this skyline nothing fails to escape me. there are only expanses made up of physics and human desire. what we cannot see stretches our imagination. i am reaching beyond the reach of my hands.