The deep recesses of my mind are filled with conversations I’m dying to have, but I’m grateful for the silence. It is so much easier. Anything I truly mean to say to you would fall flat on my tongue. I would never be able to tell you of the swamp that is my heart- stagnant and filled with vicious life flourishing in the dark. Civilized people can’t tell each other these things and I think that’s the point you were trying to make when we were in contact last. You haven’t civility left for me, nor I for you- I only imagine vast enterprises of desire, of attracting. Of creating and creation- of beams from fingertips and a voice like thunder, ringing over countries.

The ache of lost love lingers in the air, a longing that stirs the heart. These letters, filled with yearning and desire, are not just echoes of the past, but the whispers of a love that once burned bright. Each story carries the weight of passion, the ache of absence, and the euphoria of fleeting moments. If you too have ever felt that yearning, subscribe now to dive deeper into the world of love, loss, and longing. Let these letters speak to your soul, as the desire to love again never truly fades.