3 days half the size

there is a waterfall within, churning intestines and then a stab in the backside. the sickness that was eventually destined has occurred, and continues to steal time. battled through yesterday with joy, to witness pure green, pure craft, faith and relaxed facial expressions. beautiful tattoos, mysterious children, skill i never thought possible. on a quiet island, finally south of the equator. to think i had never crossed this line, the furnace continues to burn. the weight loss has been rapid. the sea has so much energy, you cant even touch it. you could lose yourself here, and find it again. four ant bites form a diamond shape on the collar bone, the black volcanic shimmer of the afternoon too hot to walk across. skinny skinny girl parks nearby on a tea-towel, baring bones. i could stay here. i could live here. these people know. (the topic of coin you see... its different for everyone)