Hey. It’s 4:43 AM in Jerusalem. I just woke up crying, from the sweetest/saddest dream. I was holding you....
I imagine G-d getting high, giggling at every wildebeest that runs past. "Can’t believe I made that"
Love, hatred, truth, elephants, homesickness, jealousy, God, and much more.
The way the wax makes love to the wane: this is the faithfulness you are held with.
It's too cold for anything longer than seventeen syllables.
