sweet B,
what on earth. why, for heaven's sake, did you send your letter overnight via fed ex? i just finished reading it. i don't know what to tell you to comfort you. all i can say is you are awfully young to be concerned about your legacy. but i can honestly say i feel those feelings and they creep in when i don't want them to. but don't hesitate to write. ever. always bleed yourself with a pen because you will be understood now and in the future as well as the opposite. besides you're not writing for the people who will dismiss your writing. you are writing for the people who take great care to pick up your words, read them aloud even, and then fold them up, tuck them in an envelope and share those beautifully crafted sentences with someone else who will hold your offerings in the breast pocket.
i'm fed-exing this letter right back. i don't think it can wait, because i never want you to be in pain.
love and fog,
a
ps i love the sunset. let the sun set on you in blazing orange tonight.
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