LOVE. THEY'RE BOTH LOVE.

To Ollie,

I am writing this on distant shores.
I don't know how I got here,
Because whatever took me here did so without my knowledge.
All I know is that I am here now.
And I am standing on the shores,
With the sand between my toes -
The sand being a metaphor, y'see,
For something atrocious and wanky
That does nothing to sum out how we actually feel about one another.
And I'm not going to go down that road.
Instead, I'm going to type something that will sum up how I feel about the universe.
And you.
Because you and the universe are so very, very interchangable.
It's all in you, you know.
Everything I was,
Everything that I am (in my mind)
and everything that I could be.
But enough about you,
I'm on distant shores,
And the important thing,
The REALLY important thing,
Is that god is here with me.
And your clever friend the Devil, too.
They're on the shores with me, and they're singing out over the waves.
Their hands are on my shoulders.
I wish that you were here with me.
I didn't wish for anybody else.
Between God and the Devil and in the hands of them both,
All I could think of was you.
And your heartbeat.
And I'm writing this with no bullshit in my heart,
Or on my breath (for once)
and you know that.
Take this honesty, you bastard.
Take it and laugh.

I hope you can join me on these shores one day,
And we'll really show those two bastards.

Love,
Your friend Jason