Sept 8

September 08, 2008 candacemorris 5 Comments

haunting. ghostlike. like a girl from another world floating over the city lights. asking to herself, am i real?

dear ghostie
i'd give you a kiss on the cheek for this lovely image
but i'm afraid i'd slip right through you.

be a friendly haunt this evening as it's quite windy, stormy and spooky outside (the trees are dragging their knuckles across the window panes).

xo

dearlings kjk and jsl~

i am not always openly friendly - but i doubt my unabashed affection for you both wherein the instant your faces came into sight, i would run and embrace you and yours with my ghost-like agilities.
huh?

well i love you.

"dearlings"

i love this new term of endearment. and it is exactly what i feel this sweet little community of charity (and challenge) is. there's something so cloyingly sweet about it, without being trite or maudlin. it is a potent dose of reality and dreams, and the 2 almost cancel each other out, which leaves us right at the midpoint, walking the tightrope of truth and desire.

seriously, i'm sort of lost in reveries today...see my latest comment on plume's blog for further evidence...

j'adore vous deux.

you are both such vivid and sharp writers - i am now completely lost in that reverie as well...

what a nickname for RW??? can you tell me of its origins? i understand if not, many and most secrets are much more delicious if preserved in vacummed-shut mason jars and tucked into the dusty pantry.

happy wed.