Written long after my deadline:

We are only so infinite in our angel spotlights and firemen poles from burning bits of universe light years away.
You made me wonder if people laugh into silence because they can't handle the words hanging there like frozen raindrops dangling from the clouds, if they shatter them and the glass-blown shards are ****** back into the storm and if the empty space they fell up from is what pulls laughter from their lungs.
They've forgotten how to let the mist of words sink into their pores and fill up their blank pages until it comes pouring out, putting a glass half full into the stillness.

I think the spotlight of an angel must be on you because you shine so brightly, your love shines so brightly.
I know a magpie dragon would pick you up in a heartbeat and steal you away for your soul.
You have let me remember how to think again and how to imagine the sound the sky would make if I peeled it back from the paper leaves of the treetops.
You know how to remind me that I am allowed to be loved.

(Thanks. You know, for existing)

I'm lucky that you're my friend. I'll never send this because it's dramatically pretentious and letters should never be centered. So there.

-C.A.S