An excerpt from an unsent letter...

I am destroyed by force and mockery every time I turn to the direction on my starlight compass that points to you. I am destroyed and ruined into small pieces that float on the tranquil gaze of summer's evening breeze. I am a speechless nightmare of frustrated illusion knowing that I ache to hold your sight in the trembling meekness of my vision. These parts and odds and ends and remnants drift without will and sense past the miles that separate us until they consume you in their whirlwind, flowing past your nostrils, and filling your lungs with this concentrated air made wet with meaning. Your blood flows through the careening network of veins and arteries and capillaries delivering this sweet message through every last inch of you. Your words are dampened by my sprit making you battle your tongue for control of your diction. Your movements are sweeping and unintentional as your muscles burn a fiery blue flame that spells my name on the horizon of your consciousness. I am destroyed when I face you but my ashes will blot out the sun of your distraction and infuse my being into your beautiful yet reluctant shell.