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February 2, 2015

I Will Tell You

You never asked me when and how I knew, but I will tell you anyway.

I will tell you, someday, or maybe even today, because today is a good a time as any. For if I don't, the details of the memories will fade and all I will be left with are the indistinct feelings of what once was, of tropical suns once seen.

I will tell you because my heart is overflowing with high (perhaps on weed) words; incoherently assorted words, words, a plethora of them.

I will tell you when and how.

I will tell you everything that you probably already know, already lived, already memorised.

I will tell you with the same rawness, the same sense of urgency that took over me when I first touched your lips, when you resuscitated the little girl inside who slept and dreamt and slept and dreamt and never really did much else.

I will tell you how and when. Although I don't exactly remember when if I'm honest, just the how. Because the how is easy, the how is continuous, the how is everyday, the how is now: you in the kitchen cooking for us while I listen to Ray LaMontagne (also known as Ray The Mountain).

I will tell you everything you need to hear, everything you need to know.

I will tell you, someday, today, or maybe even right now. I will tell you.

Yes, yes, okay, alright, I will tell you. I just need to find the right words first.