i come here to dream
And we could dance, in an awkward samba or cha cha or waltz or whatever you choose, to a silence so deafening, it rings. and it would be this ringing that would decide how fast we sweep the sand with our toes en pointe. let's draw circles. many, many of them until they all link and we could spend forever weaving ourselves amongst these rings. until we feel complete, until we're seamless