eeek! and squeeeak! and... too many sounds & cuddles & other things that screens just can't contain!
(the piece- which in time/over time, i'm thinking may become a collection of sorts- that i'm working on... is one of various. but the title could be a few things, depending on what makes its' way into what piece- and the front-runner-ish is to do with unicorns reborn. retired, hidden, reborn, etcetera- i miss your smile & was just thinking of it the other day! in fact---)
see above. and why it's (over-all, anyways!) happy that i'm not currently in portland. (for example: i was thinking of when i'm there, for real, and how much closer that smile will be.) there, "for real", as i WILL be! a lot to balance & do, but it all feels right. right, right, right, in the way things haven't for years, really. oooh, darlin', i MISS you! so- right- then we'll be so many, many miles closer. and so much more likely to overlap in those miles more often... and... wow, just a lot of happy things. this writer is quickly turning into a textual babbler; there's just too much that needs more layers of communication (exclamation, intonation, whispers, gasps, smile creases, hugs, body warmth, the perfectness of glinting-laughing teeth across teahouse tables, the cuddliness of waking up from talking all night & simply falling into more words, more stories...)
can you tell i've been thinking of you?! you'll be among the first invited to stay with me when i've sorted & re-sorted, and am in portland again, now the right place- at last, the right place- to be, to figure things out, to grow as my body has been aching to, flower reaching for sky. let's talk on the phone when you're back at home- or just soon, in general- yes? i'll comment-post my current/temp. cell below (please delete!), and you can call an-y-time. in fact, please do! i love you, sharon. s-o-ooo much.
and...
too many sounds & cuddles & other things that
screens just can't contain!
(the piece- which in time/over time, i'm thinking may become a collection of sorts- that i'm working on... is one of various. but the title could be a few things, depending on what makes its' way into what piece- and the front-runner-ish is to do with unicorns reborn. retired, hidden, reborn, etcetera- i miss your smile & was just thinking of it the other day! in fact---)
see above. and why it's (over-all, anyways!) happy that i'm not currently in portland. (for example: i was thinking of when i'm there, for real, and how much closer that smile will be.) there, "for real", as i WILL be! a lot to balance & do, but it all feels right. right, right, right, in the way things haven't for years, really. oooh, darlin', i MISS you!
so- right- then we'll be so many, many miles closer. and so much more likely to overlap in those miles more often... and... wow, just a lot of happy things. this writer is quickly turning into a textual babbler; there's just too much that needs more layers of communication (exclamation, intonation, whispers, gasps, smile creases, hugs, body warmth, the perfectness of glinting-laughing teeth across teahouse tables, the cuddliness of waking up from talking all night & simply falling into more words, more stories...)
can you tell i've been thinking of you?! you'll be among the first invited to stay with me when i've sorted & re-sorted, and am in portland again, now the right place- at last, the right place- to be, to figure things out, to grow as my body has been aching to, flower reaching for sky. let's talk on the phone when you're back at home- or just soon, in general- yes? i'll comment-post my current/temp. cell below (please delete!), and you can call an-y-time. in fact, please do! i love you, sharon. s-o-ooo much.
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