i read your writing with anticipation
feeling your fumbling and your uninhibited honesty
your search to capture the real and unreal
as if i am inside you
and it makes me feel connected to you even in our
lack of relationship
if we lived in another place and time
i would want to write long letters to you with a quill pen
and wait impatiently for your response
to see what words you would entertain for me
and here is a small gift of words for you....
"only someone who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, not even the most enigmatical, will live the relation to another as something alive and will himself draw exhaustively from his own existence."
Rainer Maria Rilke