Oh Dear Friend, it's been such a strange and glorious week here in the desert. I am so full of intense, and at times conflicting emotions, that I feel my heart could burst clear out of my chest. I am, in fact, almost positive, that if I put your hands to my chest you would be able to feel this crazy kaleidoscopic mash of energy rolling around inside of me.
I miss you so much. So much more this week than usual for that matter. I know that's at least partially because we've just crossed the anniversary of your move, but a lot of it I think, is that our lives are undergoing such immense and sort of parallel evolutions right now. I don't know. Sometimes our lives seem so linked it's hard to imagine that you're all the way across the country. Sometimes I forget I can't just show up at your door.
At any rate, I'm teetering in between full blown euphoria and a panic attack. Everything seems so wonderful, and new, and suddenly available to me that I just want to weep. To curl up and let this new and beautiful world crash over me. I'm sure it's some kind of processing error, but I'm grateful that it's a happy error rather than a sad one.
I don't know Turtle. I don't know anything. Just that I miss you. That I'm feeling a whole lot of everything right now. And that I think, maybe that we should run away. Possibly to join the circus. I'm not sure what we could do there, but I am confidant in your ability to talk us into a job and our mutual ability to learn anything we put our minds to in no time. We could so totally pull it off.
I miss your face. Love and stuff.
Me.
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