100 Love Letters I'll Never Send (Majick and alcohol are not a good mix. pt 10) (C) 1999 2017

I look at these letters. A bit worn these letters are with yellow rain spots. Weathered time made these letters hard; like the bark of a tree. I wonder what she would have thought if she actually read that letter from Korea. Maybe she would have gotten jealous and would show me more attention. People want what they can't have-that's just human emotion.

I read the title A Safe Place In The Mourning Calm. I was mourning the loss of you. I knew that after the service I would never see you again.

I flip through more and more of my drunken scribes. A reader could tell I was drinking while writing. In the begining it's legible, then legible with squiggly lines, then just squiggly lines. I don't remember a lot of it.

I dig through another binder. It was when we were together. The drug use and drinking. It wasn't bad in the beginning it was fun. I remember you exposed to Majick.

The memory of Korea comes back. That mysterious lady of the night. She was a changeling. I remember I came to in a bar. I was sitting across from a beautiful woman. After staring into her eyes I went somewhere else.

"Where did I...Do I know you from?"

"Am I the hate you had for her that still remains? Am I the lingering memories you thought you couldn't remember? Am I the love you never let go? Am I the things that you look for in other people? Things that you vainly believe will bring you peace.

Am I the things that you brought here while you were drunk and high? Cast into these world through a series of spells. Do I want payback now?

Am I what you refuse to see?"

"What?"

"Is it because you're on of those hypocritical Christians who believe that woman was the downfall, inevitably the death, of man? Is this why you associate love with death?

What ever I am...Do I go with you every where?"

Majick and drugs are not a good mix.
"Majick and alcohol are not a good mix."