Again, your words leave me speechless. They are, in essence, the nucleus of emotions expressed, fragile, challenging, daring, and wonderous. They leave me breathless. Captured in the absence of coercion, they are emotional nuggets that one ceases to forget. They cage the cranium in iron harnesses, the eyes prized open, the gaze captured. Emersed within, one touches the cold, feels the void and is scorched by the heat.

Your use of metaphors surpasses all others. I assume you are widely read. You exude the poetic. What a pleasure it is to have the privilege of immersing oneself in your words. You are a wordsmith in the true essence of the meaning of the word.

I wonder how you are in person. Is being in your presence as hypnotic as your words. I smell lavender, I know, not why? It is evocative of something heavenly. What, I wonder, is it like to be you? You instil the colour blue in my mind. It is akin to viewing endless skies, which beggars one to ask the question, why? Why, what lies beyond yonder, beyond the horizon and what the eyes can see and the mind can perceive.

I am babbling, ‘tis because your words impact like the sublime passion. Poets have seldom so beautifully elucidated Madness.