Swaying my hand through the night sky like water My fingers river through time and space causing ripples The stars, watching, float in ominous darkness Orion's polka-dot reflection skates on the ocean's jagged plane. Rafting towards the edge of the world, I surf on the ocean's creases Rocking and rolling Rising and falling Not to find the horizon until morning It hazed away and left me here, bare, with the gods Forces of nature sling from left to right before me - Things I cannot see but dreams I can yet feel Streams pull in and out as the heartstrings of the moon's tides I stir the ocean's kiss with my paddle like a chocalate mousse Then reach for the moon, pulling it closer towards my latitude In order to illuminate my view of the universe as I sit on my dry wooden raft and read my poetry in peace.
Keep it simple, Keep it true. I love you.
Help me let go of you. I can’t let go, it’s not a need for you but something I can’t explain. A phenomena. I’m into you and I don’t care what you say, I know you’re into me. Maybe your interest in me has faded but mine hasn’t. It may go into the depths of my consciousness but it’s still there. I don’t know why. It’s not usually this hard. I forget people all the time but you seem to pop up when I don’t even want you to. I want to say I love you but I don’t think Iit’s that. It’s too easy. I can’t say I don’t love you but that’s not the answer I need. I would love to chase this fantasy with you. Us together would probably end in a trainwreck but the journey would probably be great. Why the fuck are we not together?
I don’t want to push my desperation onto you but it if it makes you feel better, it’s probably from just working in isolation too much. But also you’re wise to a degree. When I realised you’re smart my Annya-dream-count doubled in frequency. You’re so much more than what I see on your instagram, you’re so much more than your abundance of silence during our phone calls – at least to me. You’re something worth caring about to me in a world where I think everything is bullshit. I’m writing this letter because I need to be able to either hold you or drop you but I can’t live in the limbo of my heart’s desires, I just can’t. I don’t want you to lose someone who can give you what you need in life and I don’t want to lose someone who I actually feel someone who I actually feel something for; and don’t tell me we can be friends because even as friends, I’ve lost you. Following each other on insta, seeing each other’s photos but not speaking for months or years, semi-awkward random encounters on Oxford Street that last 5 seconds and end with “We should meet up sometime.” even though we won’t. That’s what friendship is now, that’s what losing each other would look like.
I don’t want that, I want you. I don’t want to want you but I do. Help me help you. If you still don’t see or feel something after this then so be it. I’ll never hate you but I’d be regretful if I never got to love you.
Take care Annya,
think about it and stay in touch.