Sometimes, instead of writing words I feel like falling into the curvature of a “u” and blanketing myself with an “i.” And instead of speaking with these symbols I would twist and turn humans and write words upon words until I've run out of beings to use. And as much as I love the blue lovely atmosphere, I’d think blankly into the absence of anything. I would stroll in between words and skate my fingers along the edges of these very flexible humans and very instantly get a feel for these beings. Because up here, I don’t understand them at all.

A simple melody, a yellow rose
A forgotten tragedy, my sweetest repose

A ****** trail, snow white sails
The end of all travail, my sweetest repose

A gentle brook, the sweet warm air
A good old book, my sweetest repose

A grain of sand, a giant oak
The touch of your hand, my sweetest repose

A drop of dew, the evening hue
A day with you, just to name a few
You're my sweetest repose