A Letter to Narcissus

My Dearest,

I've seen you change so much in the past year,  I'm so proud of you.  I love your zest for life. I wish I understood you better.  You're such a beautiful person (that moustache makes you look like someone's dad) the smile behind it is ten years older.  Time has settled on you beautifully.  

I've lived a year beyond my wildest dreams and every second of every day I've missed your voice.  I've missed your very being. I think in time I've grown thirsty for you like water after a long hard walk in the desert.  You dream of the sea, and I of the forest. You of fish me of fairies and nymphs, but we both live under the same moon and the same sun.

I know you'll think I'm just a silly young thing with foolish notions of love, but however I know how I love you.  I love your moods, your mind, your soul and your spirit.

I used to think that I have big dreams and ambitions because I love you so, but now I know differently.  I have big dreams and ambitions and I love you.  Love should only add to the person you are, as you have added to my life.

I have nothing more for you than my love. But in all I know "Nothing is Something Worth Doing" always.

I wish I were bold enough to beg for a sign that this crosses the ethers and reaches you.  That I'm not drunk on the beauty of you.  I wouldn't know what to ask of you.  Nothing so grand as what I've asked for in the past, just you only you.

Love forever,

Your Goldmund

Dreams

Delusions of grandeur lead me to this.  Once in awhile the vapour dreams lead me to dancing in the kitchen.  Dreams aren't fluffy things in your head, they're written all over your body.  You can be that if you want.  They'll tell you it takes stuff you don't have, they're wrong.  They'll tell you it hurts, they're lying.  You only come this way once feel every fucking second.

There's that moment when you finally feel  connected to your life, the moment the veil lifts and you see yourself.

Thanks for the Giving

At every Thanksgiving, we stand up and state what it is we're thankful for. Everyone says "I'm thankful for my family, my friends, my life..." or some seriously dry and slightly revamped head-rehearsed version of the prayer.  This year it came to me and I said "I'm thankful for art, and experience." Everyone was silent and I blurted out "And fashion!!! Lets not forget that, dear God lets not forget fashion!" and everyone laughed.

God forbid we forget fashion! Please no!!! They might laugh, but to me, fashion is how I sense the world.  You'd never know it, but how people style themselves says everything about them.  The brands they buy, the way they wear their clothes and how they walk says more than they ever will and before they ever will (in most cases, there's always that one weirdo, the someone dressed as nothing.) Fashion has taught me of the past and where we are in it's repeating. It tells of where we have yet to go.  

So thank God for fashion, because there are so many other silly things I could be thankful for, but fashion has a lot of beautiful places to tell us, and wonderful secrets to hide.