Into the Wormhole
A love letter to my soul mate; the love of my life in this and other lives; the only possible father of my children, in this and other lives. The only one who can create new life in me.
Let me be clear.
You are my Lord of Chaos.
I have only eyes for you.
I see you in everywhere and in everyone.
I recreate your image in my mind everyday.
I love each role you play in life and in fiction.
I wake every morning for a brand new you,
I follow the same steps and I lose my ground the same way, falling in love with you over and over again.
It seems strange, but love is to fall for the same person, for different aspects of this individual each day.
I don’t fall, I jump, since the first time my heart looked to you.
So, let me tell you each day in different ways how much I see myself on you.
To the point that the fruit of our love will be so similar to you.
When we gaze into the eyes of our beloved, we are starring into the eyes of a sacred mirror, and we recognize our oneness.
I am one with you.
No surprise on the appearance of our son, then.
It all makes sense when we are soul mates.
“But I can be alone without Yoko, but I just have no wish to be. There’s no reason on earth why I should be alone without Yoko. There’s nothing more important than our relationship, nothing. And we dig being together all the time. Both of us could survive apart but what for? I’m not going to sacrifice love, real love for any whore or any friend or any business, because in the end you’re alone at night and neither of us want to be. And you can’t fill a bed with groupies. It doesn’t work. I don’t want to be a swinger. I’ve been through it all and nothing works better than to have someone you love hold you.” John Lennon
“I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.” Yoko Ono
“When people get cynical about love, they should look at us, and see it is possible” Yoko Ono