Sunday, May 16, 2021

A world of trivia bustles in my hands, my thoughts spun out to the horizon while I remain seated in quiet darkness. I came to be with you and, perversely, I flee.

Breath in, breath out. Ground pressing up against my feet. Let me feel what is real, here where my body is.

The din fades. You have come! We sit together in stillness.

They will wait. My hand held mist and shadow. Here, now, is substance.

Thank you for visiting me.

(Letter #2,318)