A Love Letter.

Let me miss you.

Let it contain you.

Gravity, a sexual pull to the ground.
To nature. To love?

A stale home. With hollow faces, wandering,
and following any glimpse of light.

Store in a cool, dry place... with plenty
of room for the senses. The mind.

Subtle differences.
Large interpretations.

Flexibility is time, is motion, is thought,
is feeling... is... love?

It all leads the way
to nowhere,
and everywhere.
Depending on your perception of things.
Of truth.

I love you.

Responses

4 comments so far.

1. peter hollamby says:

   well written!

2. Alina says:

   Thank you.x.x.

3. Alina says:

   Thank You, Mitchell Erhardt.
   What a nice name......
   x

4. Florie Ann Labao says:

   Well done.God Bless You.Take Care!Thanks