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.
Society betrayed you too. Our hatred of sex, our shame, created a system which taught you it was acceptable to hide, then act out.