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Last night as I was watching Laura Eve play guitar and sing with that magical voice of hers, I suddenly was overcome with a sense of total love. I feel so joyful, so loved - there is nothing in my life that is even remotely wrong, and every person I see here I love I love I love, and I think they love me too.
Oh, Laura Eve, your right hand's fingers are little you's - they are strong and stuff sometimes, but they bend to be lyrical. They are separate and together. They push against the strings playfully, and they caress the strings like a little girl would a puppy.
There is something so intimate about feeling like you know someone intimately. I want more amd more and more. If there is heartbreak in the unknowingness - I will never really know you because I will never really be you - all of the meaning in life is in that gap between me knowing you the way that I do, and me knowing you the way that I never will. We strive to close the gaps between us. To understand each other,
Here's what I understand: In a few hours I will see my parents. I haven't seen them in over a month, but it won't matter. I know what they will say and I know what I will say. I can predict their every movement, the inflections in their voices, and my own reactions to them. But I don't know them. Not really. Every time I talk to them I discover something new - my parents are me and I am them, but we are also strangers.
How much more so for everyone else?
This is heartbreaking but also beautiful.
And I love I love I love I love people. I think that as one understands or begins to understand anything, one has to love it. I don't even know if we have a choice in the matter. We are pulled along by love like children sitting inside little red wagons.
I love you.
Oh, Laura Eve, your right hand's fingers are little you's - they are strong and stuff sometimes, but they bend to be lyrical. They are separate and together. They push against the strings playfully, and they caress the strings like a little girl would a puppy.
There is something so intimate about feeling like you know someone intimately. I want more amd more and more. If there is heartbreak in the unknowingness - I will never really know you because I will never really be you - all of the meaning in life is in that gap between me knowing you the way that I do, and me knowing you the way that I never will. We strive to close the gaps between us. To understand each other,
Here's what I understand: In a few hours I will see my parents. I haven't seen them in over a month, but it won't matter. I know what they will say and I know what I will say. I can predict their every movement, the inflections in their voices, and my own reactions to them. But I don't know them. Not really. Every time I talk to them I discover something new - my parents are me and I am them, but we are also strangers.
How much more so for everyone else?
This is heartbreaking but also beautiful.
And I love I love I love I love people. I think that as one understands or begins to understand anything, one has to love it. I don't even know if we have a choice in the matter. We are pulled along by love like children sitting inside little red wagons.
I love you.