alright

i'm bursting at the seams. i hope you can't see. if you can your doing an amazing job at not letting it slip. my fingers are tapping to beats in my head and the images racing across my eyes are ones that i've kept, close, inside my mind. like a wonderful crayon filled with colour i'd like to scribble outside the lines. i'd send little paper boats across oceans if they'd get to you. you could send them back, battered from the weather, but perhaps with a little hello. we could drinks cups of tea in the biggest of mugs and together combine favourite places. i'd take your hand. you could show me. now.