mist sarpedon Dreaming of love_letters in the mist. Ones that I have already written, and the beauty that I will share in the time to come. I come alive in your aura, placing my thoughts at your fingertips in a few days time. Letting go of inhibitions and letting my words dance out with their own meaning. Hearing your sweet voice on the phone, letting your appreciation be known, but saving the joy, the tears you truly feel for another time, perhaps your own letter. I'm ecstatic in the knowledge that my thoughts are not alone on the page. As they travel the country on a plane, or on a train, or some sort of ordinary transportation, I know that on the other end there is a person exciting to break the seal of the envelope and peer inside. I don't need to hide my voice or disguise it for you. Soon, I know I will also be receiving letters. One good dead begets another in a cycle of kindness and joy. You open up my tear-covered heart, and peering I know you appreciate what you see. Every glimpse I get into your beating heart I can only get more excited, because I see a sea of emeralds behind the walls of teary water, and I know I can share them in joy with you. 030826 what's it to you? who go blather from