A thread amongst threads, only.

by abillionbeautifulbutterflies

            you are a thread amongst threads- I am the weaver.

SOUND OFF!!!

Dear you,

I write letters to you…. all the time– Letters I will never send. Or better yet- that I send and receive simultaneously.

Do not misunderstand.

Like our marriage- I write these letters not to you- actually- but to the mythical you in whose place you briefly resided until it was clear you didn’t fit.

So understand this. You- are mine- my you. Not your you. So don’t be flattered. Don’t feel guilty. Guilt is a misinterpretation like a circus mirror or phony fortune tellers crystal ball telling you only what you want to hear. I have left the carnivàle.

Do not lament that your absence left a broken heart, a poor weeping soul. My soul weeps splendid tears of pain and joy larger than you or us or me, with or without you. And a heart is a muscle that when used- breaks- only to grow stronger.

Be at peace, my letters have little to do with you.

My soul writes letters to itself…stitching new realities from past threads. You are a thread amongst threads. Find yourself there only.

You are a thread amongst threads; I am the weaver.

Sincerely,

Yours.

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