I want to write so much.

I want to tell you about the bird that chased after the other bird

I want to tell you about the ankle that hurt

The shapes that look so symmetrical

the fresh soft breeze rushing against my face in the middle of the desert under the full moon

I want to tell you about packaged laughter waiting to burst when it’s owners return.

I want to tell you about smiles that I didn’t know the destinations of but felt catered for me.

I want to tell you about that time I thought I wouldn’t ever be able to make it another step from the pain but somehow found myself running in the next.

I want to tell you about sighs of relief gushed sincerely after a long walk

I want to tell you about beads of sweat and patience I didn’t know existed

I want to tell you about all the things that annoyed me but didn’t win.

I want to tell you about so much but I have a headache now from staying up for too long and I must sleep.