i want to write a loveletter

address to noone

but i still want to generate a loveletter. like a machine replaces the rationality. sit on the clouds staring at the mundane. in monotony i vision colors. as the umbrella in london drizzles. we talk about sparkles. coincidence how the line is drawn inbetween time and space. do you sit on the boundary where you feet never touch the ground? i throw the curiousity in the air. but they all collapse into blizzard of flowers in the cold. i automize my dictions and now they fly as if they have wings.