Flexible.

I'm not feeling well right now.
I know it'll go away but I miss your company-
Only you can pull off poetry, at night, in nuweiba'
and i miss that.

I wish planning wasn't an important thing.
That we'd all be more like beduins.
and then we could hitch-hike and walk along the beach till we reach a city we don't know the name of and then suddenly,
I will stop and realize how much you've been there
how present.

And we could wear the same thing every day
and smoke
we could even keep little note-books that are red and black.
each of us one, a pen and a pencil with an eraser that either got torn from violent usage or just caved in too much that you miss it.

That.