Postcard to the Prince of Guam,

23May08

Thanks for the letter.  It was inspirational.  Truely, it means a lot.  What you said was spot on.  While we were friendly faces, we never were real friends.  And that’s a hang up I have.  It’s not hard to strike up a conversation with someone, but it’s like pulling teeth when you share personal or intimate things about yourself.  I rarely share these moments with those who I feel are my closest friends.  Usually those thoughts are left in my head, traveling around the speed of light with no direction, no goal, no anything.  Constatntly circling until I find a home for them. 

This space. This crazy/beautiful space.  While writing fiction, writing poetry, writing letters, writing anything and nothing leaves me open and honest with someone who I hide from frequently.  Myself. 

So seriously buddy.

Thanks

P.S – I’m gonna work on the book.  I’ve got some chapters to write.   I’m sending you their titles, so at least I’ll have written them down somewhere, rather than losing them to time and space.

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