when i talk to you i remember who i am.

some phrases burn their way into permanance on the brain. a moment shared in words alone, spanning thousands of miles pulls strings i forgot i had, opens the old memory flood gates; everything spills out at once instead of the usual controlled trickle. the pressure is building, an impending thunderstorm on a clear day- blue calm curdeling into omnious grey. tektonic plates shift, a woman in a red hat dances on the boardwalk, oblivious to the rising tides, migrating continents, changing geography. new maps must be drafted, new land explored. the emerging enertia of change is unmistakeable.