we tell ourselves these ridiculous stories to keep the boundary lines drawn. (is it us narrating or someone else?) neat, clean dark lines lie on the ground between us. lines that separate boundaries even within conversation... those little barriers in the mind that tell you, just dont go there.

i want...no, i try to push limits... if you are going to draw, at least make your own lines. and use color... color brings everything to life. we could all use a little more color in our lives.

in fact, lets remap our world... i want to discover who i truly am let me discover the world as well. these boundary lines shouldnt keep anyone from anything anymore. scratch my back and ill scratch yours, sound like a plan?

...meet me where birds look like statues and worlds collide, and these boundary lines we can break... but only if we all work together...