Here I have my brushes, I've got a few colors, a blank canvas and a limited amount of time. If you have some free time, stay here with me because I would love to paint you a story:
Prickly, but once we press the weight of our body against the multitude of individual pieces of grass, the uncomfortable feeling transforms into a soft, snuggly bed of fluff. Fluff we see when we open our eyes and see directly above us, the enormous cloudy tapestry that tells stories we love to create. Create with me a cinematic story, or share with me a snippet of your past adventures. Adventuresome I feel, laying here next to you, doing close to absolutely nothing. Nothing else would satisfy me more at this moment than to know that you reciprocate these same emotions. Emotions we try to make sense of when we try to make shapes of the fluff in the sky, playfully insinuating double meanings with our anecdotes that may or may not relate to--
Oh I ran out of colors, and freetime. Toodlelooobabyboo.
