“ What price must I pay
and what burdens must I bear
for you to love me?

Daily Haiku

it’s the same for everybody.

I close my eyes and see
a seagull in the desert,
high, against unbearably blue sky.

There is hope in the past.

I’m writing to you,
all the time, I am writing

with both hands,
day and night.

(Franz Wright)

“ Are there ever adequate words for this experience? When you are suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of feeling, a knowing, when you are drawn to someone in this way? With the strength of the unavoidable?