To: _________
I'm thinking of you as much as each form of existence is possessed by its own corresponding field of memories,The summation of those recollections cannot errase the living out of a thousand lifetimes.Yet these fields of habit paradoxically are continuously reformed...Reinforced by the form they themselves create.There are painful voids in all our hearts, My heart.
But as Nature's favorite child,I'll take her gift and bathe in the light amongst all this coldness...And as for those subtlety placed dreams,That seem transparent and transposed on a waking mind;
They are hidden tight and away from conscious thoughts, But none the less very real.
