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Sometimes I write. In digital text form there was this, this and this poem. Since then poems have been handwritten, but there are photos of them.

There was one typed text blog post. The rest similarly has been photos of handwriting.

To F.,

(Apr 14, 2021)

I miss you. More than words can describe. I wonder what spring looks like by you. And what’s on your mind right now. Are you sitting or standing. What are you feeling. My notebook is full of poems related to you… I wonder, will you read them someday, somehow. And what does it feel like, to appear so much in someone’s thoughts and notebooks. Even if that someone is so far away. Is it pleasant in some way. I suppose it’s at least definitely magical, to me, that people can be connected despite being so far apart. Apart in space and time.

You’re always on my mind.

Sending you my love. Hugs and kisses.

(Mar 1, 2021)

I. Miss. You. How are you doing? How is life?

(Dec 16, 2020)

I miss you. So so so, so so much. It’s truly beyond words, the unique and magical inspiration you are to me. How are you? How have you been? What are you feeling right now? What were you feeling yesterday? And a week ago? If I were next to you right now, what could I do to enrich your life, to make your life more wonderful, to contribute something, even just in that moment of presence?

Time passes. Life passes. What are we doing with it? What shall we do before we rot back into dust? I wonder if you wonder about this too. Perhaps you also wonder whether I wonder about this too.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

(Oct 7, 2020)

<3 <3 <3

(Sep 19, 2020)

I miss you.

(Aug 17, 2020)

<3 <3 <3

(May 19, 2020)


(Mar 8, 2020)


(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.

Me, fantasizing about calling you and hearing your voice

(Feb 25, 2020)


(Feb 14, 2020)

Happy Valentine’s Day! I wish you love, warmth, sweetness, to be in the arms of the close people you love, and for them to be in yours. I wish you happy celebration of the wonderful sweet magical heavenly deep connection that people can share, and I wish you the wonderful fulfilling deep meaning that it brings. <3.

(Feb 3, 2020)

I miss you so so sooo much. You’re in my heart and on my mind all the time. I’m sitting here, imagining where you may be in this moment. What you may be doing. What you may be feeling. What you may be thinking.

I wrote a new song. I wonder if somehow sometime you’ll hear it. I wonder, if you heard it without knowing I wrote it, whether you would see yourself in the words. Between the words. Whether you would know, that the song is about you.

A little something for you, that touched me and I’d like to share with you: this and this and also this and perhaps scroll here :)

The whole universe hasn’t expanded enough to contain the size of how much I miss you.

T. <3

This page is public so I can’t write much here; I write a lot more in my letters, which are being collected here, new ones at the bottom.

I did listen to some bits from the first episodes. Heard you :) and some words about you. And everything is okay. No anger. No grey clouds. Only pink clouds and a rainbow. I promise. <3

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