Two months!
They'll give way to twenty, to two hundred, to two infinites!
And this lucky jay gets to spend it with the phoenix of his lucid dreams and pipe awakenings.
Funny, how release of a few chemicals in my noggin make me want to dance and jump and scream for joy.
Make me want to sleep and ride and draw and colour and make me feel alive.
I swear I was going to fill this with our exploits through time and space, past and future, but when I think of you ... There is no time.
There is only now.
There is only the ever lasting horizon of you, of us. They say horizons like they are the ending, the limit of what you see, what you think. Expand your horizons, they say. Never to look over, to imagine.
The horizon, to me, isn't an ending. Its the floodgate to EVERYTHING. A beginning, really.
Why am I talking of horizons? That was impromptu.
I like being spontaneous.
In the here and now.
Fluid thoughts rushing and tumbling in my mind.
Past not weighing me down, future not pulling me forward.
I can skip fullstops, substitute them for commas and just keep rolling out words and phrases and don't care if they get too long.
I am rambling, dancing in my mind, humming along
This is what being in love with you is like.
Bad poems and pretentious prose.
I love being in love with you.
No backspaces.
I am so happy I found you.
No spellchecks.
I love you.
No spaces.
Iloveyou.
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