Plant your toes back to the sky so to not be hard tongued, but rather, open and free. You live in heads right now, but when toes rise up, you will see. Tomorrow after tomorrow you will be sitting upon a map—you will drink a lot, you will miss creature comforts you will start over and over again.

Look outside your window and forget syntax, forget proper nouns! So, do not sit exhausted from the use of “I.” And please, plant eyes and toes and tongue upon that sky.

We never tell a story unless we need to tell a story, and always under times of transition. We find life in characters, placating of the soul, until sinews and tissues rapture.

This is why I love you.