Love,
I write this letter to warn you that I am losing my usual reasons. Lucidity is but a flickering flame in the vast expanse of my mind, almost dormant. I am losing certainties as a body loses its footing in deep waters. The doctor told me that I am suffering from inaccuracy and meekness due to incomplete love. The half that fills me tips me over into the severe symptoms of passion. Through inner delays, we understand our degrees of fever and enchantment. I have been blinking my eyes more slowly, breathing with greater attention, so as not to miss … Continue reading Love,