Last night I dreamt we had a reading of a Dr. Bronner's bottle.

I'm not so certain why it works across state lines, how our plans are made and our ideas born with only our voices. How I lay those cards flat and guess at what you've been feeling. We sculpt glitter out of disembodiment.

It was probably reading Francesca Lia Block when I was younger that had a lot to do with it. I glanced at one of her books today, she uses phrases like awe-weaving and soul-unraveling. Her stories are like the kind of dreams we wish we had more. She gives tribute to beauty, poetry and whimsy and this influenced me a lot. Not so much in writing, although probably, but in lifestyle decisions.

I can't grasp the sync of our lives. It feels unlikely. There are these things which I feel semi-singular in (though of course I'm not singular in them, they are common common common, but they are mine). There's the mom part, the baby part, the glitter part, the nice part, the doing-good-and-making-magic-happen-for-other-people part, the plant part, some other parts. How come you get to have those parts too?

Even when I feel frustrated that all her stories take place in LA almost and are almost always heterosexual, I'd still just really like to hang out with her and occupy her world which sounds great.

I don't know which explanation I like more:
The one where we are soulmates
or The one where we are cookies who baked together, so we taste the same.
I just think that we are puzzle pieces from wholly different puzzles who happen to fit together perfectly. Right now you're moss, growing close and comfortable roots. In the future, you'll be the tree, stretching down down down and changing the pavement forever. Right now, I'm a moth, just for a little while, leaving dust everywhere. In the future, I'd like to be a wave.

In her books, all the girl characters are strong and sad at the same time, shook by love and their desire for freedom and beauty. They nearly all wear antique slips. Their friendships with each other are as intense as their romances.

I hope our dedication to make/believe our dreams stays strong.
From our hands, all things are possible.

you said: sometimes i think that telling you i love you isn't enough and doesn't fully express what i mean. i'm going to brainstorm new words.

Wouldn't that be strong, if we created new words just to describe it?

you said: can we do a ritual for our bodies - a reclaiming - while we're on the road?

yesyesyes.

the only thing I ask is that we reclaim our hearts too, which are, after all, a part of our bodies.