un jeune albatros trouve le courage et l'amour de propager ses ailes (merci, charles et samantha)

But man oh man, I feel like you've gone and put more kindling atop heart's

glowing diasapora vast embers, stoking fire into matching shadows for once. Warm
tears streamed down my face calmly draining off chin, depositing 'neath t-shirt 

covered collarbone filling clavicle's basin, placidly accumulating on top lip's

pooled salty exultations from river into lake into ocean undammed falling 

gentle deafened onto tongue igniting the revelation of connection of feeling
like I know someone or something a little more, that we are one cloud closer to one
another than we thought possible, and, sometimes, can hear each other plainly 

speak in silent meditative resting our beat for beat rise and fall tasting all of tears'

despair and howling laughter, all while seeing in technicolor, too.