Dear Weaver Dear Drop Dear Sad Dancer Dear Flame Dear Journey Man   As I am on my way to meet you, these thoughts are running through my mind… The day is bathed with a rose like sheer. Soft but still blinding. It gives me comfort to remember, that I…

Hey you. I am dancing with the sense of who you are. You are living as memories under my skin, but in this writing moment, I have no idea in what corner of my flesh or bones you are hiding or breathing from. I know that you are there, but…