Love letter # 376
I want to take you home, so that we can remove our masks.
Here, we are actors. Away from this noise, we will speak truly once more. Now, they endeavour to infect us, by accident or design. Later, we shall cure ourselves of the ubiquitous malady with the honesty of presence and the revelation of silence. For these are just pretty lights, they dazzle – but they are not the light by which we shall be nakedly known.
Take my hand, walk away. Vanish, so as to be found again.