Seeing the world through a crimson veil

there's nothing like feeling tears freeze, literally, on the cheeks in a hot and sunny afternoon. it's... it's... ahh, i'm so lost for words.

...

i'm tired of the exploitative relationship among people. and i turn to the sheltered bay where i anchor my heart but horrified to see it's beyond my reach.

then i saw your nickname, 'Comes The Dawn'. you know, i'm convinced that you are psychic or telepathic sometimes to understand and ease my pain without any form of communication. perhaps, this, as surreal and idealistic as it appears, is the connection that i seek in people. consequently, i give myself the opportunity to be disappointed again and again and AGAIN because no one, no one that i know of, has mastered the skill of listening to the wind like you do.

when i fished through my email inbox, this popped up. and it brought me to tears.



you have no idea how grateful i am to know you... to sense that you are still the same you after all these unsettling years.