Encourage

Tendrils of thought lash out like Indiana Jones' whip and wrap right around you, they hold you tightly and softly, smoothly touch your skin until tight enough and then they pull you in. My lips move like mountains, deliberately but constantly, they speak truth, they make what's gray seem clear and A-Okay. These fingers that you can't see could be so selfish, but I'd rather pull you closer to life than my side, I think I can get by on my own (with God's grace a constant speed dial on my phone). I only want the mutually beneficial, and sometimes that means thinking something different that the usual, you should tell that your clouds have sterling silver edges, not just thunder and lightning like you alleged.