All-consuming and inevitably hopeless. Hopeful in the mornings when the day is just starting and it’s crisp. Dressed head to toe like it’s a piece of cake. Waviness, whatever.
Do not disturb him when he’s in his element — it’s also too cute to intervene. I’ve been being kind of mean. Thinking about what is and what isn’t deserved.
Told I don’t make too much sense. These are the trivial things, really. Because what will soon occupy my time will be grander, greater. On a level or some shit.
Oh to inspire.