someone left a note on my chair today, asking if i painted this blue into my eyes , i just smiled and swung my head no. but these tired eyes and newborn ideas of mine make for a long night. and it's hardly begun. for these soft breaths, leading the way to imagination, run wild. outlining your shape from memory only drives me to crave what i have yet to meet. without you here, im left to explore the dreams of you in my mind.