Love Letter Day 29.
I talk to myself sometimes so imagine my surprise that I can also talk to you. Talk? Certainly a different word than that. Eleven minutes and fifty seconds in, I am screaming at how hard I have reached out with full frequency without touching. Is it that nothing can be had or that I cannot touch this in particular. Is it that you will not allow yourself to be had by me or that everyone has you or no one has you or I do have you but have to share you and I am greedy or that I was never going to have you or I want you or that I do not want you or that I do not need this but oh I do or that there is no having when there is no had, nothing can be had, nothing can be had, nothing can be had or is it that all of this all of this all of this is a membrane and once I pierce it the clock resets and I will wait another eleven minutes and fifty seconds to get that close again. We belong to each other as much as we belong to the world but I would give anything to be you.