I write these letters often. Not to anyone in particular.
This one is from about a year ago.
My Love,
Today I found myslef alone on an island, located deep in the Bermuda Triangle that is my heart.
Interesting enough, when I awoke from my dark winter slumber on this deserted beach, there was a fire burning, and coconut drinks, with little umbrellas, that spoke to me of their longing to be consumed and appreciated by me.
I will not go hungry. I will not go cold. I will not go without little umbrellas in my hair. And so, with their desire to sustain me, I will not go without love.
Did I choose to come here? Do dreams of coconut drinks and seaweed delude me? Yes, probably.
Tonight my love, when I am laying on my hammock that gently sways from the palms, I will not care where reality comes from or goes to...
I will simply appreciate a fire that burns for me, coconut milk on my lips, and umbrellas that twirl about in the wind.
Love Always,
Alter Me Ego
PS
The sand is doing wonders for my feet, they have never been so smooth!
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