Too much love. Too much excitement.
Don’t know why.
So here I go.
Sitting in the library, next to the poetry section, which holds like [i don’t know] a hundred Billy Collins books, makes me feel close to you. All of you.
I love libraries. Duh, who doesn’t?
I wish I could run around one with you when no one else was there. And dance. And build a fort. And read funny things to each other. And amazing things. And stories of love powerful. The kind people like to write/read about more than they like to show.
You’d make me cry because I’m a baby. I’d make you laugh because I dance funny. Oh, by the way, we’re dancing now:
“…It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.”
– From Billy.
Yes and Yes!
And we would declare many things.
Like: “Ginger snaps, an apple and a root beer is an acceptable meal… I do declare!”