mermaid_breaths leif I think about her every day. I think about the way the western winds might blow through her hair. I wonder if the sun makes her sneeze and if it kisses her cheeks. I want to kiss her cheeks. I live this whole other life. And I am so lost in all of it. Why do I find strength in giving my thoughts to her? I haven't given her nearly enough of the words she deserves. And yet every day...I think of her. I want to be an ocean lapping upon her feet. I'm sorry that I don't know you like I wish I could. When I'm driving alone in my car I think about what it would be like to sing to you. My voice fills the emptiness--do the echoes cross the border to your ears? 151115 ... leif I've been imagining your neck for centuries. I couldn't conjure a more succinct home for teeth, lips, tongue... I'd teach myself to knit if I knew you needed to be kept warm. 151117 ... leif I still think about you every day. You're so intangible when my life moves in such fierce waves. The words pile up, and I can't open my mouth wide enough to see any of them tumble out. 160311 ... lux i will always exhale in your direction, that a piece of my insides might carry on the wind and find your lips. 160314 what's it to you? who go blather from