Wish I could put these thoughts in rhymes and riddles. But metamorphic words seem to dissipate in space as well. Can I lose in space with you? Even in just a minute? Though a second wouldn't hurt. I think a second in space is like a lifetime equivalent with you. And I wonder how it would feel then. How it's gonna be... You… me… Now I’m lost.
A box of crayons of different hues, as colorful and diverse as our thoughts. Welcome to my crayoned thoughts! :)