Show me something. Show me how to float. Show me hope. Show me laughter and happiness. Show me the antithesis of what i'm going through in this exact moment and please leave me open so that i can hold you once you've chosen to disclose an open sore that hasn't closed yet. Show me how to be bold and not fret. Show me how to forgive. Show me how to forget.
But first, let's commune. Let's link past, present and future, or perhaps enact a topical union and refuse the entropic dunes moving through us. Let's peruse the room in bliss and enlist whomever is amiss, solely to show 'em they're not alone. Let's reminisce on bits of our misguided youth and omit referring in terms like "stupid kids," since we weren't stupid -- just the opposite of shrewd. And optimism is probably the optimal option, too. Let's sit and talk 'til you nod off and stop gawking awkwardly at the wrought thoughts being tossed around in your top loft. We ought not knock it off, but if you fall asleep, i promise not to leave.
Show me how not to be cold. Show me how to relax my shoulders, drop this boulder, detach my atlas and pack it back in the sac of my holster. Show me something older than gold exploding in a supernova. Show me my purpose on this earth, or at least what i used to believe could descend from the heavens above. Show me a Goddess in ascension...
Show me love.