Let’s exude light as we laugh at nothing squashed like sardines in the subway car with the other nine-to-fivers. Let’s hop in my car and drive to the city so I can dance next to sculptures like there’s actually music in my footsteps again. Let’s lay on our backs and look at the stars as they pixelate the sky, and then let’s look at each other, so I can see the same sky in your eyes and your skin. Let’s touch the grass for God’s sake- let me paint you, or at least try to; my brush and lousy hand do nothing in comparison to the sheer magnitude of magic your existence carries into my life- don’t go. Let’s age a bit and put our feet up for a change; we can hold hands as I attempt to learn Mandarin and you laugh at my mispronunciations- I’ll always know you mean well. Let’s hop back in the car again and pursue New York. For a city that never stops to admire the sun, we’ll see a hell of a lot of people singing on street corners and blowing bubbles in the park. Maybe a man will walk past the taxi cabs, handing out red and pink roses after his shift at the florist shop ends- would you take one and give it to me? I know you would. I hope you will. Let’s let our legs dangle out of the window of our apartment. We’ll eat sushi and talk about how we think the Earth was made and concoct theories as to how the hell we are blessed enough to be living at the same time as one another. Let’s dance next to the man who plays his cello on the corner of Broadway. Let’s drive to the park and swing on the wooden swings and talk about where the time has gone as I kiss the splinter on your finger and remind you that all wounds heal. All of them.
–Let’s remember that there will always be wonderful things