Thursday, May 2, 2013

Your Design, My competition

I compete for your attention, with that weird machine. Whatever it is, I don't like it.
I hope you find time to write to me. Because it's important to hear from you, from time to time. I fear the most, when we lose connection. When we no longer communicates. When you and I are no longer together.

Like most of everything, it's meant to end. But I don't want it to end, not yet anyway.

You don't say anything about those attachments. I opened them up. One picture is me and the other my competition. The design blue prints.

Suppose you are a bit of genius in what you do.

Suppose it's your way to tell me that you have taken a photo, with your super nice camera, of me, of a side profile of you, and thus I'm now in your digital image and you'd convert me into 3D.

I start to miss you. It's easy to miss someone who wants the best for you and engages you.

It's easy to give you an alphabet, because you sign your letter, C. And it's because you are significant enough to deserve an alphabet. A. B. C.

Tomorrow I return.

See you soon?

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