It's okay to tremble and cry uncontrollably so the memories from a childhood you dont like talking about can pour out of your eyes on to the floor into a sopping mess of wreckage that can later be mopped up and discarded.
The light is a pen the sun uses to write a poem on the page that is Earth. Whether the middle of the day or ink is dripping from the reflecting moon at night, you are the words written for everyone to see.
This shoe is old and unspectacular. There is dirt in every crevice and it is impossible to tell the original color of this thing. The seams are completely torn apart. I think it might be or actually might have been a Nike. I can't tell and this shoe obviously doesn't care what it is or was anymore. Someone has clearly walked many miles in this shoe, over several years I imagine. It may have been a very nice shoe at some point. It just simply is not anymore. It's old and there is a hole in the sole. No way this shoe is providing any protection or comfort to anyone's foot ever again. This shoe is just dying in a reeking trash can with other random articles of trash. This shoe scares me. I know I will see this shoe again one day, unfortunately it will be while looking in the mirror.
I find myself deeply concerned with you being able to get a solid 7 to 8 hours of sleep. It is important to me to make sure you have a well balanced, nutritious breakfast if you like. I never want you to want for a reliable wifi connection. These seemingly small things have all of a sudden become important to me.
I don't want the rain to stop today. It contributes to growth. Grass, leaves, flowers all find it necessary. The rain also reminds me of the absence of matter and the soul shattering chemistry that used to exist between us.