"I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart."

i sip tea with the greatest poets of our time!
i've sailed along the most exotic islands in a yacht i built by hand!
i've read every mainstream holy text in every language known to man!
i have a greater understanding of the human race than the greatest prophets the world has ever known! i outsing doves and outrun panthers in the depths of jungles unexplored by any living man! i am alive in ways no one else could ever comprehend!

i am small small small and wish wish wish i could be so so so much more than i've ever dreamed dreamed dreamed.

i call you love.

nothing more than the faintest scent of autumn; cider and maple leaves and all the browns and golds you ever tried to count in my eyes. i'm overcome by the memory of a man-made lake in the middle of nowhere and two shadows tracing the contours of one another's palms because they've got nothing better they could imagine spending their time on; the sun is falling and his chest is rising from the hefty breaths of two shadows becoming one. the moon whispers its' salutations but neither hear - the birds sing goodbye above the tree tops in the distance but neither notice - there's nothing more than two shadows becoming one by a man-made lake in the middle of nowhere, and i am overcome by the reality of four walls surrounding me and the absence of both cider and one who counts the colors in my eyes. one becomes two and shadows become memories and autumn becomes a part of the past that keeps me awake at night, wishing for one last walk or palm line to trace.