*(Mar 1, 2020)*

*I miss you. So so so so so much.*

*Pencils need sharpeners. When a pencil doesn't have its sharpener, the

pencil's edge gradually turns blunt, and the writing blurry. It withers like a

thirsty flower. But what about pencil sharpeners, do they need pencils? Does it

matter to the sharpener, whether it gets to sharpen a pencil, and which pencil

it is? What would you prefer to be - a pencil, or a sharpener?*

*In the physical world, there are trash cans into which drafts, letters, poems,

stories, are thrown. In the world of thoughts and feelings and dreams and

souls, is there a spirit equivalent of such a trash can, into which all the

untold stories go? All the unshared thoughts? All the unspoken feelings, all

the uncried tears? All the unfulfilled dreams? All the hopeless fantasies? All

the unwhispered words? All the lonely smiles? All the unhugged hugs, all the

unkissed kisses? All the unmended cracks of broken hearts? All the untasted

sweetnesses, all the unheard songs?*

*I have a song too! But there's no digital recording of it. Perhaps one day

somehow you could hear it. If you did though, you'd know, that it's this song

that I have.*

*I love you. Sending kisses and hugs.*