Dear R
Dear R,
It may seem of little gravity to you to say my name. It may be of lesser importance for you to remember my name. You must realise, of course, its significance is pronounced to me – it is tangible, measurable and heavy. In short, it is necessary to recognise your importance that has risen in my conscience.
There is little chance of such equal weight bearing on you – but that is not the objective. At least, I do not think it is. Rather, the natural aim of this, I feel, is to cycle you through my brain: to sense you, to understand you, and to observe you. You must realise that you are everything; I must realise that you are anyone, and I am something. I cannot determine – in all rationality – what, exactly, that is. But I can discern the difference between existing and living, between infatuation and desire. Such ability is sought and tarnished by many for so many, but I maintain that I can appreciate the difference you make to me is unique – in a sense – and it is that which I cherish.
For everything you are I yearn. You shape the culture to which I clutch, and the artistry of your countenance is, for me, unchallenged.
Take care.
