sunken eyes, straight lips

3/2/10-
They wanted me to have a body.

1985

My Dearest Wife,
You have produced, dear, from our love, one of the most beautiful babies that I have ever seen. It seems to me an omen of good things to follow: our meeting, falling in love, marraige, our home and now our son. A perfect sublimity of events to further enhance our lives mutually.
How could anyone know that a more perfect match could not be made here on earth? If anyone would have told us a few years ago about this euphoric situation I don't believe either one would have for a moment given it a second thought, much less a its plausability. But now it has suddenly emerged in sharp focus; the focus of reality - the reality of our lives.

Your Loving Husband,
David L. Perry


1975

My name is in whispers around me. But yet those whispers are invisible, they're real. I look into the wind after I've heard it call my name, and long to bear wings and fly with it. I look down the road after my name is called from its signs. I want to be able to walk that road too. I long to push myself up the hill in the road. And even more, to run down the hill on the other side. I look into the face, the face that whispered my name. I look into that gentle face and hear that pleading voice in my hear. For a moment I am captive to its gentleness. For a moment my ears ring with the plea. But when? When can I bear wings? Now it is looked upon as a dream, as impossibility. When? When can i take the road I want, without first taking a detour? When? When can I open the door which separates our faces and be forever captive to its gentleness? There. I hear it again. My name, it's in whispers around me. - Susan K. Perry