Too bright. Too good. I was there. I felt it. I shook hands with you out of body. Beach first. Moment divided by a second: rebirth. Back on sand. Toes to water - but to tell you my truth sometimes I'm too cold. Back on land in front of your building. No, no, back on sand. Hands behind my mind: your head. My heart. I said something and I hope you heard it. Because when that moon arrives I'll have to go. I have to go.
