I Want You to Know

If she is your muse you ought to start listening to her you talk too fast you drown out her voice. You don’t want to hear what she has to say, but what she has to say is what you are.

And what you do.

And you push her away.

You’re who I’m telling this story to.

Do you still believe in miracles?

I want you to remind me why the book is always better. I want you to show me love and what love might mean. I want you to focus on me! And what I have to say. Eidolon. Eidolon. Eidolon.

Talk to me the way you write. What if every day all day could be talking like you write?

I’m you writing. I’m your prose. You see me better than you see you. Then your- no - I am your whole life. I am you. Your prose. I am- not the smartest in the room unless you say I am you’re the dreamer. You dream awake.

I’m your dream. Surrender to that. To the dream like to the writing. Follow me. Hello. How much more in love do you need to be before you’ll say you’re in love?

Write it down, don't drop the daydreams. Drop them down. Here. The writing goes nowhere w/o going somewhere.

Who am I telling this story to? It’s you. The one in every dream. With the look of a diva.

The depth of what the heart means, the mind of the hurry up I was done last year straight A student and the soul of an old soul and everything right better than right but the most successful at everything she’s ever done wonders why she still feels so alone that’s too simple why she still doesn’t feel right unless she’s alone she’s cold- a warm comforting cold- she can’t share with anyone- not something she could explain but she could dance it- sing it- be big about it.

That's loneliness that’s not lonely that keeps her so alone.

I know you because I know you are not alone. My loneliness looks best like this- which, lucky for you and me (sometimes-most times) is a thing best done alone-

I want to show you- I want you- so bad- so bad- so bad to show me- I, too, am not alone- being alone and loving the loneliness.

Lonely people are missing something. Those with loneliness are missing someone to share their loneliness with. I don’t want to have to explain. I want you to know, just know my loneliness is my gift. See me through the song without the song. Me alone. Me. Hear my dreams. My loneliness. I’ll hear yours.

The one who laughs, when you read. The one who cries when she reads what you wrote…

I’m telling this to you eidolon eidolon eidolon.

To You