one of these further days,
i'll go on those very long trips - to find myself.
and i'll send you a postcard wherever i go.
when i finally find wherever it is i want to be,
i'll still send you postcards.

they'll say things that make sleeping easy for you,
they'll say things that make breathing easy for you.
something i never experienced.
not even postcards

they'll smell like me,
but in different scents.
they can be wrapped around your fingertips without you even knowing it.

they can taste salty of different seas, and my eyewaters.
they can taste sweet of kisses, and different pastries because i am a sweettooth.

i then can be created to make you fall asleep.

i like the idea of doing that.