my book.
I decided long ago what it would consist of:
letters.
To everyone. To everything. To God. To life. To myself.
And no, there is no list of who is first, whose is longest, and whose simply comprises of a precise sketch of the middle finger; I simply try to write them on the same day as they come to me.
Of course I've already failed.
------>Glad to have gotten that out of the way.
But I have managed to write two days in a row.
Here's a snippet:
You encouraged me to write, and I thank you for that.
You taught me how to turn touching someone's hand into something marvelous, and I thank you for that too.
But mostly I thank you for staying gone.
I decided long ago what it would consist of:
letters.
To everyone. To everything. To God. To life. To myself.
And no, there is no list of who is first, whose is longest, and whose simply comprises of a precise sketch of the middle finger; I simply try to write them on the same day as they come to me.
Of course I've already failed.
------>Glad to have gotten that out of the way.
But I have managed to write two days in a row.
Here's a snippet:
You encouraged me to write, and I thank you for that.
You taught me how to turn touching someone's hand into something marvelous, and I thank you for that too.
But mostly I thank you for staying gone.