Vivid cartoon.

To E.B.

asked for and dedicated

=When we become only a voice to each other

it is high time we start to look for a plane=

=We can meet at some convergences in time and space...

Will ask the pilot to bring us a.s.a.p. a.c.a.p. =stop

I'm on 28A

Yes,

the wing seat!

The hostess told me

I can maybe

when the weather

permits it

-and after they tie-wrapped the wings-

have a walk over to your flying machine.

If you also feel the need for fresh air

eventually we can

stroll together and consider diving,

and leave behind us the unrest

of broken hearts and lost friendships.

[a hazy view before awakening 

you know that moment when dreams seem to have taken hours]

[a folded body on a board crossing waves on the edge of the skyline]

=writing this last words

on a mechanical typewriter

at a distant beach= stop

=P.S please come over a.s.a.p. a.c.a.p.= STOP

The upper drawer.

Have no clue where to put my

pencils, perforator and

stapler.

I know your answer...

Sure!

it's handy there

...

and it's empty

you're telling me...

Yes!

it is for now

as long my

never send confessions are

in the slide beneath it

and the unpaid bills

one level lower.

My biggest challenge?

Where to put you!?

Where to put

my thoughts, my friendship

my love, my worries,

my

unconditional dedication,

my

unequivocal commitment

for you!?

Imagine for one sec, 

the drawer cabinet...

Will all this fit in the middle drawer

protected by its neighbors?

Or should I consider the last one,

the one I hardly open,

where everything is safely hidden?

I took a decision:

Let's keep the illusion. 

An empty upper drawer,

while it's filled with all those earlier described 

feelings and emotions.

Can't you see them?

Take it out for a moment...

Yes...

it is heavy!

Please make sure not to lose the content,

put it back

slowly,

carefully and close it

properly.

.

Strategy to implement.

Picking up my identity
the one
from the heart
that I lost somewhere
in front of
and behind
oceans.

Free
to love at last
whom I want to love.
Freed from foisted
anxieties
I count the few ones
hitting the road with me.

Knowing their vulnerabilities
Instead of coddle
I will strike and catch those
who were
trying to
demean me.

Spread these words,
message them by all means...

I will bash without compassion
hammer without mercy those
I suspect being  my enemies.
I will salve assiduously
the bruises,
the scrapes,
the wounds of my
declared beloved ones.

As I said
let everyone know.