write to me always.
in words of mutual confidence, despair, joy, frustration. write to me always of the feelings that i do so have a hard time putting into all-the-way-making-sense trains of thought.
write to me of the poetry i attempt to live but so often cannot write or verbally express. write to me of our late night thoughts that come about on star lit rooftops. in parked cars. on light-dim-dark dance floors. on mussed beds from long evenings of lying about in wonder at the events that brought us here.
because yours is a soul that resonates and responds with mine in a way that is at times baffling and unexplainable but something i not all-the-way need to understand. simply because i am content in our bond and working on the canvas that we now mutually share.
so write to me always.