|in night's endless
your words...certain/uncertainties...zero-gravity, yes, this feels as if it is falling through space/time and you, richard...what left to say, all, again, so honest and written with those always open eyes, no wonder sleep eludes...
damn, you write as though...well, you have such a blessed/cursed gift...haunting, yet so much beauty w/in...you know? damn, and Floria, yes...wouldn't it be wonderful if some of these 'dreams' were not so real...
Again and again, you just ...I, just thank you, feel like a broken record, I do, but you just awe because of the above,,,,,,,,,,,
for all you give us, here, wish we could give some peace enough to rest the weariness, (())