letter to my endearing lover, dearest husband, and fondest friend,

i flow with the tides. in and out of comfortableness. in and out of
worry, and joy. i am a white water wave with tears and clear
refreshment, wondering of the moon, wandering beneath it. i understand
you cannot read my mind. but this shy girl lives in her head. if only
you could walk in my garden, for a millisecond of my existance...

but the magick is that you know me, without seeing what i see. there are
times i wish i could share with you. i want to share the beauty i've
remembered, but spoken words seem to break the spell. they become an
unworthy replica of my envisioned utopia.

you are my tigerlily, bright and awkwardly floating in the wind. may i
give you some constructive criticism also? (which by the way, your
insight impressed me so.) my wisdom to you is this: be still. breathe.

01/24/2003

Posted on 01/24/2003
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