Can I have just a moment of your time to write poetry into your head and my smell into your nose?
Can you take just a moment of your time to pick up my heart off the floor and put it back where it should be? (it's getting cold down there)
Can we take just a moment of our time to rebuild this burning house? To start again? To take the ashes and paint pictures that win prizes? Can we make art out of this mess and pain once again?
Can we?
Will we?
-S
