Love letter # 465
How much evidence is required before bold declarations are broadcast? How long to wait before saying aloud that which is screaming within? By what metric do I reach such heated conclusion?
Perhaps if we did not reduce everything to the reputedly rational, I would not be in this fix. This missive would seem less mad.
But is not the fever the thrill? For this is not an even tempered outpouring, nor the beige franchise of muted feeling. This is the spark catching. Here now, the untrammelled wildness of fire. Oh, you. What beauty.