wellhi, how are you?i am a word-smith and you are a manipulator ofpoints and lines with lines to points and shapesand shades and a pen made of rain clouds.danger, danger-hi, how are you?i bend syllables into buildings and you takepoints to lines and make dreams with yourpen made of rain clouds and a canvasthick like steel and;hi, how areyou?the word 'point' is all you need and thatpen is all you need tomake lines and pointscomposed ofdreams with a canvas like steel andnot a word to follow you.
.22the ocean diedthe paper craneshavedisappeared intowhat iswhat was;hey hello twenty-sixteenfireflies and the stars inthe a t m o s p h e r egoodbye goodnight five-thousand hollow n i g h ttimes; you have servedme with eyes full of lovelaced by false and fakeroses draped across ourchests[draped across]the sky diedthe motionhasdisappeared intowhat iswhat was;goodbye goodnightpaper cranes, andgoodbye dead skygoodnightgooddayhave a goodsleep.
yeaaahhyou're probably tired of these-I would most definitely be lyingif I told them I got my inspirationfrom someone that's alreadyreached their biggest dreams.so, I'm not going to lie;my biggest inspiration couldpossibly be the only personthat has expressed sincere,true belief that I can makeit if I suck it up and be thebest person I can be andas cheesy as that soundsyou would be surprised.this person-she-can fuckingdo anything from turn whiteinto lovely watercolor, torock the god damn starsand make you wish you(were just as good)youcanyouhavetherightyouhavethewillyoushouldlove her.she's everything; includingmy best friend and she'sgiven me everything Ineed for today/tomorrow/when the world ends.hey ladylady.I fucking love you.
iixdear iix,it's a little past 7pm and I just got done sendinga postcard to new york down the river and intothe cracks in the sky; hopefully the sun is shiningfor you and everything is fine.sometimes, I miss you.a lot.there are stupid songs that kind of remind meof you and I listen to them while I wait for youto call me on the t e l e p h o n e;; I hope you get my stupid reference..dear iix,it's 7:10PM and I still kind of miss you.if you haven't figured it out yet, I kindof hold you higher than everyone else.honestly, I could do withouteveryoneelsebecause,yeah.
hey bbyyou are my little silver liningyou pretty, pretty littlehappy stormcloud with yourtwenty-thousand smiles andgentle touches&the way you make me smilewhen I say stupid remarksfor the most part, you areone of the mostimportant;influentialowerfulpeople in my life and I'd probablywitherwitherwitherif you were to ever leave me