Words don’t adequate the youness of you. You know that song about having a tiny mouth and kissing every eyelash on your eye, I used to think ew like funny but no thanks but now I am no longer apposed. Time is relative but all or nothing isn’t and I want to fuck relativity and spent all of it with you, in the sense that we can just be. Separately as beings but also interweaving when possible. I have a sleep mask that says ‘the bitch is sleeping’ and every morning when I get up and wrestle with my 7 cold cups of green tea I look at it and think she is, but it’s not her fault her heart is just a little stinky sometimes but that’s ok because spiritually it’s one of the best hearts I’ve ever known. I want it to be happy, it deserves unclogged arteries and capillaries and fresh circulation with the correct ratio of blood to plasma. I want this heart to feel comfortable so I may enter if it pleases because I’d simply cry if it let me in.