Onorio, as i write this i have already deleted whole paragraphs three or four times.
I try to come up with something funny, crazy, witty or cool. light up this place. donate
joy. playfulness. carefreeness.
it only works for so
long. or: it won't
work today. because my empty hand is constantly reminded of the hand that is missing. my skin is conscious of the lack of resistance it can lean against. my eyes are hungry for the physical you. my lips my nose my neck my belly my thighs my hair. my tongue my voice my ears my
bottom my dreams my chest my plans my
joy my life. Onorio. explain to me what it is that you'
re scheming. so that i can understand and go with you.
Yours,
Ofelia