Meeting someone is like visiting a new city. Some people want to see the sites. The highlights, so that they can say, “Oh, Pelgris? I’ve met him. Such a fascinating man.” Some people are just passing through.
My preference is to walk the streets. Get to know the neighborhoods. What wonders and mundane glories are to be had. I want to know your thoughts and ideas. Your past and your dreams. I want to share the journey with you. To see you smile. But I’ll fail.
I want these things, these experiences but I can’t leave well enough alone. So I’ll meet someone and I’ll seem fine at first but then I’ll send pictures of sunsets, clouds and storms. I’ll send poetry and music. I’ll give gifts way too soon, little things that I think you’ll like. And ultimately I will be overwhelming.
I am not in love. I’m just trying to share beauty and making a hash of it. I’m trying to make a human connection instead of allowing it to become. I know I’m doing it. And still I take those actions.
Pelgris 