he says: i'll send you love letters we sleep inside of this machine. says: you would never he says: i already have he says: i didn't know your address so i guessed. he says: i don't know who's reading them
if i had a bright multi-coloured umbrella, a fancy pen, or even one of those extendable arms with graspable fingers on the end, i'd offer to be your tour guide to lead you through my field of random thought.
but i don't have a multi-coloured umbrella, a fancy pen, or an extendable graspy fingered arm.