Simplicity is not often with me, For I am constantly spinning myself Into a labyrinthine web of words. (It's a problem - the spinner in my head Cranks out WAY too much thoughtful thread.) But I know how pointless it is to live this short life without openly sharing my truths, So, full of ambition, I endlessly aspire to keep the door open To this messy box. So I wade through the mess Collecting anchoring chords, Endeavoring to weave them Into an elegant and refined tapestry, Ready to be presented to you. One that says, "Ever see the sun as the star it is, hanging in the sky?" "Imagine giant glaciers bowling over these plains," "What's stopping us from staying out all night?" or "Let me list all the ways you are a beacon to my spirit", "Please tell me about everything you love," "I look forward to these moments with you every other moment."
But that's always, like, way too much.
10.17.17 Inktober prompt: Graceful Rules: No edits allowed