I once realized that I had stopped dating because I was bored.
I listened to 100 women, on 100 dates, and the stories
     all started to sound the same.
I was only listening because I wanted to hear something new.

I want you to tell me you're a circus freak, and show me your skill.
I want you to tell me about that guy you murdered once.
I want you to tell me about the time you went Skiing in an Avalanche.
Anything, for the love of all that is good and holy.
Just don't tell me about your job.

I want you to tell me about the most uncomfortable thing you've ever masturbated to.
I want you to tell me about the missing child you found.
I want you to tell me about that one book that inspired you and changed you, forever.
Anything.
Tell me anything at all.
Just don't tell me about your Ex.

I want you to tell me about that time you spit fire during a luau.
I want you to tell me about your wedding on a mountaintop in Tibet.
I want you to tell me about the time you took Acid, and turned into a bird.
Anything.
Just don't talk about the weather.

My eyes are closed
They have retired.
Into the world of sleep
But my tears, they do flow
Trickling nice and slow.
I just weep.

My thoughts run free
Inside my head ; a mess
My messages run deep
But my tears will not dry
I just simply cannot cry
I just weep.

I write you these letters,
as a reminder,
that Love still exist,
and She will always welcome you,
in unconditional acceptance,

please remember this,
or forget,

either way our collective memories,
will continue to collect,

at the top of The Great Pyramid,

in Giza,
Jesus,

Mary and Joseph,
or Broseph,

or whatever other name needs to remain,
to remind us we are family,
so whichever name I choose to address this letter,
the message in the reminder is the same,

we are family,

and as family we write letters home,
letters written like this,
a testimonial that Love exist,
call these words emotional hieroglyphs,

words,
written in script,
a curse,
as well as a gift,

which translate into this,
the bottle and the message,

21st. Century written words,
written from a genius wordsmith,
from the top,
of The Great Pyramid,

unedited,
pure medicine,
evidence,
written in,

the light of the Moon,

Mother,
I love you,
and I wrote you this letter,
to thank you and say that I’m coming home soon.

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆