Talk to me. About all the things.
Render your blah thoughts. Even if it seems unworthy.

Life IS art. The high flung must leap from somewhere.

That's how we can take off - together - attach wings to your everyday.
Watch it soar above, past the blue tor.
Even if it feels silly. ******* do it.
Make your pain winged. Writ. A narrative with stairs that lead up.

Meet me in the air, even if the **** hits the clouds. I got you babe.