A Letter to Sun

I have displaced all sorts of order present in the chronological sequence of things, and transformed all conceptions into subjective ones where time & space has been far transcended. I have lightly stepped into abstraction where everything that is, was or going to be has been stripped down to its elementary form to become but a radiant purple beam. I have gone past tangible things and transient acts and fading seconds and hours and days and years and reached a twinkling where the world has ended & human history has been compressed to fit into a tiny star & sent off to sway amidst the milky way. I imagine a world as timeless as being fast asleep, shapeless as the water of the seven oceans, and trackless as the spirit air you're breathing in now. I imagine. You would say it's fiction. An inaccuracy. A mistake. A distance; the distance between us & reality. But I'm only doing it for you. I am doing it because tonight is the last night of September, and tomorrow the last morning thereof, and I wanted to capture this day, today, and grant you it in an eternal form to keep safe in your heart, and you in its heart…until September comes again next year.

Love,

Caroline