i haven't written something in so long. something that's even a small amount to what i used to be, i'm just so starved and bored with myself-- i wrote something about you, and me, when we were together lazing on the bed, talking and listening to other people together. their voices reverberating softly thru the time differences back into our bed, she's telling you about them all; about the spices and the old streets that were still standing when you left home. I'm watching you nod to yourself, laugh to yourself, take into your imagination all those things; welcoming them back into your life again.