11/5/11


Letters to One self.
a time of breezy information, of reflection, of nights thinking about old lovers, of lyrics of importance running within the mind, time of abundance of something ethereal, yet of complete loss of humanity. Anchoring to some hope that might appear clear maybe in a few years, days or months. Reading old letters to one self, seeing the all the wishes that were important came to life. Sometimes forgetting what you have asked for. Today remembering and appreciating that your wishes do get there. The requests of importance get there. Letters to one self everyone should do. Words are not lost in translations and are not lost in endless automatic and fearful behaviors, yet captured somewhere meaningful.
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