What does it mean to connect? Is touch involved? Is paper important? Does it make a difference to hold something in your hand, to smell it. To put it on a shelf next to you and look over at it when you feel like doing so.
Does it matter? The way we do things?
I’m still in the process of writing your letters. The space I’m making them in looks like this:
And your letters look like this:
And this:
And this:
And this:
It hurts your hand.
To write this way.
For this long.
I’d forgotten.
Come on hand.
Come on, I say.
But the hand only has so much in it.
There are limits.
I wish there weren’t, but there they are anyway.
To trip you up
Or hold you tight
I can’t say exactly
I can color outside of them
I can wish them away
Bargain with them.
More. I would like
More time and life and options
And also I’d like my hand to write faster
But at the end I’m sitting only with what is.
The lines left on the page are my own.
Welcome to The ALIVE hour.
How special! Can't wait for mine to arrive, Chloe