letter
for you, for another day that opens without me, as it is hard for me, it is hard for you. the slight suffering for waiting, somehow, unlike most pains, does not get easier by the day, however, intensifies whenever it takes hold of me and take a jab. a sharp short intense ice pick. it goes. then i wait for it. for the next prick. like an old arrhythmia. a short skip. with the joys you bring into my being, i cant complain but am only a fragile human being. with you, completely vulnerable. knowing that you hold all my being. its entire content. like anything else in life, i cant say for certain that this is new, or perhaps, i would be better off to cast it as the old story. as old as emotions go. the roots of every human being. intelligence tells me that i will be there soon as i could be as much as i want to be as you dare to hold me and make me yours as you bare yourself with no reservation as we can finally melt onto one another. whirl of fire and air. my heart tells me that i would di...