disjointed nighttime thoughts--#83
i'd like to befriend an elderly lady.
and become the best of friends.
and drink hot teas and knit things.

an intuitive, spiritually in-tune, no-nonsense type of woman.
and i want her to talk a lot. a lot, a lot.
tell me stories of the past. past lives, even. how she's seen things. the way she's felt things.
stories that make me cry. or laugh so hard that it becomes silent. or leave me daydreaming for months on end.
and i don't want to have to say a word. just to listen. and be inspired. and make art together.

then at the end of the day, we would watch the moon. and write letters about it that we put into an old shoe box every night for years until the paper turns fragile and yellow.