The One With The Mad Ones.

Dear Lover,

Let's be wreckless.
Let's cry.
And moan.
And shout.
And burst our spleens from laughter.
Sleep in on Saturdays.
Drink in wide open skies.
Spoon.
And clasp.
And watch each other breathe.
Run.
Hand in hand to the edge.
Fall off the sides of the earth.
Then listen as forever looms.
And notice the remarkable things.
All the time.

Love,
Me.