ground ctl

i want you to know how often i think of you.

always in good ways.
probably in ways that are foolish
too idealised.
shrug thats what my brain does
squints.
colorizes.
adds laugh tracks.
naturally i have a directors cut audio track that
flicks on from time to time.

ah yes, this is where she calls him all sorts of names all at once. 
but just look at that hair. 
i want you to know when i think of the best times ive ever had
you are in there
of course.
and it is those moments
that can fuel a missionless
spaceship
for decades