My fingers itch to write about your mind

To unravel your thoughts as you share them with me

I may not understand the scientific jargon that often slips from your lips

Or the maturity that forms from the ashes of your cigarettes

But I'd love for you to let me try

To interpret your thoughts as you tell them to me

To let me paint a picture with my words

To share what I have with you to others

In hopes a semblance of your being will inspire them