you are

Dearest Froyo Hagens,

You are. 

The fire that ignited warmth into my frigid existence, whose saccharine kisses caressed and calmed the delirious tundra of my pain and angst. The flame that altered the effigy of haunting histories into a bonfire of comfort, homely and welcoming. A sanctum in the thickness of the black forest, that beaming beacon to my raft's berthing shore. 

Invigorating. 

The water that fed my parched lips; streaming, flowing, gurgling, brimming and nurturing. You whetted my hunger and nourished it with a patience that others could not afford. The flourishing river that carried me through irate and indignant instances, and buoyed me into the lightness of acceptance. You trickle and drip of morning's dew, patient and persevering, with the heaves and undulations of the sea's tides, proud and expansive. 

Accepting. 

The wind that whispers melodies of peace and understanding, tempering the beast within me. Rendering a song reverberant with the one that beats upon my chest. The gust that awakened the frail heart of a lost romantic. The air that breathed life into the hollow and haunted, the hampered and hectic, the harassed and haggard. The zephyr that enriched each inhale with soothing salves, and embraced every exhale with delicate delectation. 

Inspiring. 

The earth that anchored my convictions, steadfast and practical, grounded and realistic. The soil that nourished the zygote of my zen, the zonules of my zeal. The dialogue in my dialectics, the quilt of tranquility. You are the Gaia, nurturing and just, balancing my frenetic dispositions with the ease of your laid-back demeanor, reigning the frenzy of my superfluous explorations with the sensibility of your intellect. 

Endearing. 

You are of the elements, infinite and infinitesimal, complementing and constructive. The morsels of matter that make life possible. You are of the underlying happiness that color my days, of the memory of a tomorrow that speaks in my smile. 

Ironic how my verbosity is laced with a poverty of language now. I wish I had more eloquent words, elegant and effortless, to express this overwhelming gratitude. Feebly fumbling through this lexical claustrophobia, my grasp of factions evades and escapes, eluding even with effort. I maybe be incoherent and partly incognizant at the moment, without any cogent and concrete conception, for this I apologize. But know that beneath the gossamer web of interjected thoughts, of loose verbiage and incontinent tropes, I feel blessed that you allow me to linger within the parallels of your reality, and to thread the weathered pavement moist from your skin. 

Thank you.

Sincerely,
Spamwise Crunchy



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