Sometimes this stomach is not full, no matter what I’ve eaten. This hollow pit wants a warmth not attained by what I can fill it with.
I want you to reach past your own experience and tap into mine. I want to funnel it into you, to expedite your journey in a way that I couldn’t my own.
You might receive answers to your letters... the two sides of this correspondence, your love for this world and the world loved, would merge on them.
I write to you because everyone you know wants this transformation for you, even if they don’t know how to articulate it.