Hi you! Over here! Take a seat!

*Pating the soft ground next to me, a spot laced with spanish moss calling your name*

Its good to see you. *reaching shyly for your hand, brushing my fingers tips over your palm*

I needed to sleep, I did. Your parting words comforted my need.

I sat outside this morning, and looked all around me. I noted the etch of every breathing notion. Even the inanimate objects, they have energy too. I watched them, they breath you know. Its like my paint brush, it has energy. I never saw it that way before. Everything has breath and energy. What do you think about that?

The smell of life, it has an acid odor here. I think its because of the nature of the environment I am in. I long to smell the trees again, even the hint of flowers would be nice. I love walking now, and catching a gentle breeze of something unexpected, well except that occasional poo, you come across. Yeah Ok, a Joke. I didn't dream last night of anyone or anything. I dreamt of doing. I felt the need to give this morning, so I managed to drag myself down to the community center. I painted an elderly ladies nails, her name is Kathy. She has been coming here for the last 3 months. It fills her loneliness she says. She has bad cataracts so she cant read anymore. I made a deal with her, to visit her at her home to read to her. We will have a tea party she said, formal dress required. I am looking forward to that.

I bought new clothes over the last few months, just thrift store things. But I have the perfect skirt. Its ethnic styled. It twirls. I will wear that, and maybe a straw hat I have. I have spoke to Kathy before, but that was when she came with her husband. He past last march. They always told magical stories. She told stories today, with magic in her dark eyes. I listened so well, I made a lot of mistakes on her nails. She didn't seem to notice. We talked about God.

This was a happy moment. I am now sitting here, writing this. I'm weak, and feel listless. But I am laughing. I still require that deposit. Its 75 cents now. Sharing a story of my day is what I wanted to do. I think many stories create a bouquet. Tied with a delicate ribbon of thought. It will be nice to see those grow, and the bouquet expand. *laughing* I might fall over carrying it. Well my friend, I should eat something. I wasn't sure what to talk about today, but I knew I wanted to talk to you. Thanks for listening.

*slowly standing up, placing a kiss to your cheek*

See you soon *whispering as I pass by*

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I wonder what it would be like, to truly write to someone like this.