For her, I will be at my most poetic. I will rise from my stupor and take up the pen. I will silence the jukebox. I will silence the jukebox. I will arrange to meet her by seaside. I will present her with the book of my heart, because what else could it be called but the book of my heart, and who else could receive it; and I wonder whether the fact that it is a book written on napkins and lined paper, covered in a stolen jacket, will bother her. The sun will go down and the air will become cold and I will put my arms around her by the sea. The sky will be dark and the world will be in distance and we will listen to the courses of the sea.

- Caleb JW, Streetcars

xo