I know I shouldn't have to refine the nude ideas into a polished state. I know I shouldn't overthink the lines as they come, I know I should just lay everything down as it's laid down in my head. I know I alter things too often in an attempt to appease perfection.
I know that ruins the form. I know you haven't read a single piece I've written in remembrance of you, I know they've read every single piece I've written and remembered you, I know they don't know you though.
I know I only make sense in the confines of my mind, and to everyone else it just comes off as rambling, I know you'll read these one day and I know I'll have known better when you do. I know I'll come back to these one day, and add what I've come to know.
I know this isn't poetic, but I needed you to know.
