Capturing Castles

        Introductions can be difficult, and most times will come out sloppy. I fear that I can not write your beautiful name without my hand quaking. So I shall just plunge into the bulk of my letter. Although in all honesty, there will not be a “bulk” of this letter. Try as I might, I can not find the strength to write all that I feel. Malum in se, I know. But there are so many thoughts that cross my mind that would do no justice to you in written word. As I write this I can not believe I have. However, a promise is a promise, and so here we are:

         I live for the world. That statement could never be true in reverse. It tries for us and it dies for us.

        When I say that I live for the world. Of course I mean in the way that you do too. We live to see the fresh spring leaves of that lonely lovely aspen tree blowing in the breeze. To breath the heavily salted air on that most secluded beach. To stand on the edge of the massive cliff, south of your town and scream to only the bushes, the badgers, and the birds…and on and on

         I will not go so far as to say that I am free of things not made from the earth. Never would I lie to you. So I hope you read well my meaning.

          Does faith come with admiration? Would it not most likely be blind? Faith in a world such as this I can manage. It is usually such a wonderful world. But a miserable world it is without you by my side.

          These are but a small fraction of the things that twist through my head in the early hours of the day. I am not too proud to say that I am lonely. Loneliness can lead to madness, or so I have heard. I am lonely and yet, I feel you with me..

          I write to you from my prison, from my palace. I write to you from the skyways the byways and the alleyways. Please, when you write your reply, plant it in the soil so that it may find it’s way home to me.

                                            Always yours,                                                                                      Zachary Decimus Ziggurat

P.S. Soon we will have no need of silly letters, and packages sent.