another life, another time
depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance (r. tagore) happy birthday, my friend. i always smile when i think of you.
the third of february
you will not find a soulmate in the quiet of your room. you must go to a noisy place and look in the quiet corners. (robert brault) i can’t thank you enough for sharing that quiet corner with me in indianapolis. happy, happy birthday, my friend. you’re never far from my heart.
eight | year two
yellow roman candle d.j.b. my friend. and protector. i’ve never had a friend who was so fiercely loyal and yet so softly compassionate — your duplicity is a gift. thank you for late night talks and bathroom confrontations and for making every moment count. i always feel safe by your side.
seven | year two
yellow roman candle a.j.b. my friend. i’ve only known you a year, but it feels more like a lifetime – distilled into our near-daily exchanges of messages and calls and letters and cards. and music, always music. thank you for being a friend without limits or judgments. we are separated by distance, but you are [...]
six | year two
the only people for me are the mad ones mad to live mad to talk mad to be saved the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars (j. kerouac) there were a few noteworthy yellow roman candles woven [...]
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