letter #1 - jun 4th, 2022
Like a storm that breaks the horizon with warning, she appeared in my life with a jolt of electricity and exhilaration. Her words strike me with a force of nature that pierces through my consciousness and into the primordial.
I dream of her at night and during the day - the sudden downpour of her love in my life fertilized barren lands and brought forth foliage anew. Sometimes I think of what I did to deserve such love? Such gentleness? Such compassionate empathy? Am I that great of a person that sojourned down the path of many sacrifices, only to be met with a treasure that was worth the cost?
I live in a new reality that is painted with a rainbow of colors. When I told her that before she entered my life, I felt like the world was a black and white movie, she said that although the world does not change, it appears to be in color once we find true love. I like that. I like what she says. She is an artist - with words. Their fluidity is like deep water that when I jump into, I drown in its depths.
Would you speak to me of ruin? Of an hour that is not and of a path that does not lead to a tragic palace, of a sky which is not bleak and a flame that does not burn? In her eyes I see the future: beginning, end, and the steps in between. If I am to condemn this future and its vivid imaginings, then why do I carry these images with me daily? Woman of the sorrowful eyes and the lonely words.
I intend to forget the future so that I may live this present.