I wish every single word of my thoughts
was automatically transcribed to paper.
There would be volumes and volumes and volumes,
and I would have to edit out the pointless things,
because I would have nowhere to put them all.
I would give them to you as
required reading,
and when finished, you would either find a way to get
very very far from me, or
you would fall in love.
Either way, it would be better than this
frustrating relationship
that we have now, both of us
waiting
for the other to speak.
