lol.

I like to think that if I write well enough, these words will somehow bridge the chasm between you and me.

With a pencil I'm omnipotent. I can make our mistakes fade into the past tense, I can clear the fog that covers our future. Time is meaningless here. I can rewrite everything until I get my point across clear like neon signs on a new moon night.

I can take you anywhere you want to go. Just say the words and I can turn this barren, lifeless terrain into the veranda overlooking the Napa Valley you always wanted to go to, where you bite into grapes fresh from the vine and look at the sky through the patchworks of trees older than both of us.

I can erase and rebuild, until there's something there we can both smile upon.

I write with the verve of madmen, scratching frenetically at the walls to make sense of what is happening to them, their own tantric ritual. The desperate clawing their attempt to make sense of what's happening. To know what's going on, to get you to understand.