Dear ... Dear ...

Dear Pen, Dear Paper,

Dear Friend & Friend's Lover,

Please be my friend all this day.

This day, I'm weary. I'm in a long space in between waking and sleep. Please spin for me now, a logical fancy to quiet my whimsy and boredom.

No one entertains me today, and I don't want to start looking for an exit.

I've learned to be still, and I'm learning to crave it, but there are days when all of the promised land I remember is just the faint smell of milk and honey.

This day, I'm weary, and I refuse to wander.

So, Pen, So, Paper,

Seduce my whimsy - my boredom's a voyeur, so draw up a beautiful lie.

My dreamers are resting right here in this room. We're all ready to play. Let's build a bonfire and draw lines between stars in the dust to explain why we're wickedly free.

We're all lying back and ready to watch you dance.