Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time – like to have a friend takes time. – Georgia O’Keefe
My late afternoon nap yesterday turned into about 16 hours of sleep. I slept through dinner, I slept through all my little nightly things, I slept through waking up at 2 am and 4 am. My dreams needed to catch up with everything that is happening. I dreamed the landlady’s cousin was in my room, clucking her disapproval of my things. And in my dream, I used some profanity that felt really, really good.
I heard your story, and I understand you are finding things out, from somewhere in the middle of your own good time. Every word broke the surface tension, and there you were – my kind and very dear friend, who lets me fling one-liners around like free money, just to make myself laugh. Who – as long as we’ve known each other – has always put honesty at the top of the list. Except about my one-liners. Because you always laugh no matter how terrible they are – and of course, I know better.
Who are those untroubled people with no harrowing stories to tell? I don’t know any of them – and whoever they are, I probably couldn’t fall in love with them.
I just want you to feel good, – and know we can talk whenever you want.