maybe we can just take turns writing and try to do it a few times a week. we're busy, important people. and i love you.

where does this wealth of friendship come from?

what have i done to deserve it? (NOTHING!)

but i need it, need it, oh so much.

and there are other things that i want,

but don't need.

no, not at all.

and need is relative after all.

physical needs, emotional needs, mental needs, spiritual needs.

pressing needs.

none of them truly trump the other.

at the end of every day i'm so grateful for the fulfilled needs i have

and yet,

at each day's beginning,

i wake up with them all over again.

no human being is without these needs.

we are all the same degree of pathetic.

how do we not have compassion when this is the truth about the lot of us?

how do we see someone as intimidating?

or less-than?

shame on us for forgetting our equality.