Howso, Quills?

There's a sprinkle of everything else in her eye,
Likened to an ice cream cone with everything on it.
She's a blank slate,
On which you just figured out that all of the drawings you've ever loved were scrawled on.
You realize that she's an overall summary.
You can't judge this one my friend, because this dog is a super-breed.
The voice of a terrier, the legs of a greyhound.
But do you know this?
For a true fact?
No, because you're a few miles away.
And a phone is merely a contraption to exchange souls,
A business wherein the operator can add reverb, phase out, or inflict tremolo on a voice.
But it's unmistakable that she is everything ever.
Though she hasn't been seen, encountered, she's everything I've encountered.
And I let that sink in.
And then I cry because she's them, A nicely mixed smoothie that I've never tasted
But judging on the aroma, my favorites are inherent.
Is it ethically okay to love her because she's not her?
But then is she her?
More of a manifestation of all the dreams you've had.
So, answering my own question, answering your own question, you don't love the country.
You love what makes up the country.
Do you not?Is she not my future?
I know I'm her future.
But the future has the ability to be chopped...
As Donnie Darko teaches, it's only your fault that it's been chopped.
But it's not.
So what do I do?
God is Change.
What do you do?
Do you love the culminating event or the planners?
Do you continue to romance the light bulb or do you simply recognize that it's the filament...?
I mean, I like her, of course I do.
But she's not her...
And there's miles...
And there's parents...
And there's friends...
And there's girls...
And there's me.
There's me.
The reflection of all other things.
Is me.
So what do I say to you now?
Do I ask you the question that I promised to ask?
Or would I be cheating you, madame Face-I've-Never-Seen?
I don't want to cheat you.
You're beautiful.
And elegant.
Unique.
And quirky.
I'd love to take your voice into my soul and hold it hostage.
Bend it to my will.
But who knows if that's really what I want?
I don't know.
What should I do?