your eyes tell stories mine are too tired to read, and your voice carries on it an air of playfulness which makes me giggle inside. because these are the times of our lives and as crazy and bombastic as they may seem, there is no better time to live than the present i do believe.

so keep on talking, because i love smiling, and laughing even on the inside, and i will wake up eventually, just give it time. i am beginning to realize how little there is left, so it wont be long now.

your stories are complex, so lets unravel them beneath the moon, and dance upon their waves, because dancing in the moonlight to the song of your stories would be splendid, yes, i do believe.