From the oceanic unknown land. Great day. Bella counts the hours. Now (in scrabble), our hands are crossed. Our ocean. Our land. That's where beauty is created for us. When I am in you and I see you inside. Tenderness that is poured. When, I feel your blood beating. Beating in the flow of words. In the beat of your chest. Their muscles run at the speed of light like invisible energy.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.