no stars on rainy nights

Read between the lines, multiple meanings. Conversation me and my new friend had, mixed with some images and thoughts.

I could give you a bouquet

but I'd rather give you a hand full of wilted daisies

I could stay up and walk around town but I'd rather

drink a cup of coffee and fall asleep

like life in it's simple complexities

ideas are just musings until you speak them

learning to become a more rounded person

because in dreams you're another person

and because repetitive repetition is insanity

The closest to feeling infinity

speaking without words

taking small pieces to fit together

to understand a thought on a fundamental level

decompartmentalizing

but most importantly 

simply enjoying life.