one of these days i'm going to take a big pack of crayons and paint the sky just the way i would have when i was 6 years old

completely out of the lines.

i think that when i wake up everyday i wake up somewhere else someone else but just a little bit the same

i don't really want to stay in the lines

colouring for colours sake

for the sake of colour

for brightness

i think that i may just be the luckiest man alive.

if i could i would write a sonnet in perfect iambic pentameter

made specifically for your ears only

when you heard it you would know exactly what i meant

we'll be forgotten

we'll be remembered

we'll change everything

i'm going to change the world

i

am

going

to

change

the

world.

sprinting down cobblestones on the way to something important

do you remember that?

streetlamps hiding in leaves

check and mate and the game is over but it's actually just begun

remember that day?

bluest sky mine eyes have every witnessed

there is nothing

nothing

nothing

other than right now

anything else is just an esoteric concept

the future doesn't ever really happen.

it's always just right now

so

be

now

and

be

something.

there should be a dozen different pictures of you in a dozen different museums

you're eyes are like home.