I can hardly wait for our encounter. However far away it may be, I eagerly anticipate the moment when the distance between ourselves and our adventures has been shortened until we are right in the middle of them, laughing as if no time at all is the same as forever, and both have passed in our absence.
Until then, as your nightly encounters with Steve Carell, Rainn Wilson, and the gang play out, I hope you seek out some new ventures to pursue. My introspective moments under the branches make me think of you and the song I have yet to pen about street corners and salads. New music and wonderings keep me occupied, but I worry about you, and I hope you'll find my newest ideas interesting. Maybe even inspiring.
Pale watercolors are impossible for me to master. The bright explosion of the colors just draws me in and I can't help myself when a brilliant streak glides onto the paper when I meant for it to be subdued. Maybe you'll have better luck than I. Anything is possible. I hope you have exceptional skill at imagery and personification...and that you're not afraid of heights.
Pale watercolors are impossible for me to master. The bright explosion of the colors just draws me in and I can't help myself when a brilliant streak glides onto the paper when I meant for it to be subdued. Maybe you'll have better luck than I. Anything is possible. I hope you have exceptional skill at imagery and personification...and that you're not afraid of heights.
Until then, comrade. I know you can't see me, but I'm there.
Love,
Equally,
Awkwardly,
Great
Equally,
Awkwardly,
Great
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