Have you been on a swing with your eyes closed? At what point does yolk turn to chick? Have you heard the call ants answer to when they start to fly that one evening?
You write, I read. Reading you is answering an unheard call. Reading you is me turning at an unmarkable point. Reading you is swinging with my eyes closed.
My dearest Edna,
Have you been on a swing with your eyes closed? At what point does yolk turn to chick? Have you heard the call ants answer to when they start to fly that one evening?
You write, I read. Reading you is answering an unheard call. Reading you is me turning at an unmarkable point. Reading you is swinging with my eyes closed.
As for love... Who ever knows what that is?
With love,
Tharseo.
My dear Tharseo,
For you, I'll write a thousand more letters.
I write to you, and you read, with no judgement at all
Always....