Beloved,

I have heard the sounds of great solitude, Not a soul to talk to, just the silence in my head and occasionally an imaginary cri...cri...cricket. I was awestruck. The imaginary cricket was fucking with my head—fucking and fucking with my head.

I was awestruck.

To escape this dangerous situation I needed a counterpoint: a companion. I started changing my focus, widening the view and scanning the added rings of my perception. Not a soul in sight.

Nevertheless, while searching I found another cri...cri...cricket. A companion to my original one. I witnessed an immediate bond, a click.

And now, my silent love, I have these two imaginary crickets in this vast SEE of solitary silence and they are fucking with my head—fucking and fucking with my head. Cri...Cri...Crickets. I am awestruck.

yours forever
your sunset/sunriseforever yours
yours forever yours