so far away
There was an email waiting for me last night. The subject was "You live so far away." I didn't recognize the sender. I opened it. It was the letter for which I've been waiting. It was short. It wasn't what I expected. It wasn't what I would have written. I would have written a thank you letter of sorts. But this wasn't like that. It was a penetrating letter, a searching letter, a letter looking for a place in the world, someplace to lay one's head, smart, intuitive, artistic.
I answered it right away. I didn't stop to think. I couldn't think. I wrote a long letter filled with inconsequential information- my favorite colors, my animal farm, her siblings, some photographs. I wish I wrote something different now, something better, something metaphysical, man, just anything less mundane.
So I have no Avon stories to tell today. I got through the day, and some days, that's enough.
7:22:05 PM 
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