among the torn silks of phrase

i've been feeling fragmented, unsure of all that is happening around me. unsure of how i ended up here and of this trip by motorbike across bridges and the harbour. the feeling of wind in my mouth and the velvet of your back to hold onto against a speed that will threaten us with flight. my heart's not in my mouth & much more, my heart's not here with us. the ocean waves are small waves and this moment is very much a now, a now, a now.