{"id":1096,"date":"2016-12-09T19:42:04","date_gmt":"2016-12-09T17:42:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danieliusg.lt\/?p=1096"},"modified":"2021-07-06T22:14:42","modified_gmt":"2021-07-06T19:14:42","slug":"man-patinka-tau-rasyti","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/debesyla.lt\/uzrasai\/en\/2016\/i-like-your-writing\/","title":{"rendered":"<i>[Love letter]<\/i> I love writing to you, I&#039;m intoxicated and I love you"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-size: 0.8em;\">Goal of the day: <a style=\"border: none;\" href=\"https:\/\/debesyla.lt\/uzrasai\/en\/issukis-365\/\">213 words<\/a>. Written: <b>825<\/b>.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 1.15em;\">I feel so sleepy. I just almost fell asleep laying on the bed for a moment!<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Meeting 16 amazing people today at Junk Food Caffe (a vegetarian cafe-bar-art-gallery you&#039;d probably like) was super fun. But still the eyes are watering and the thoughts are falling out of the head.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026At the same time, I want to write today&#039;s words. I want to write. I&#039;ve been dreaming about it all day.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Why did I like writing so much? Is it because of you?<\/p>\n<p>Well, hey, there&#039;s no difference. At this moment I want to write. And that&#039;s what I do. I hope you still enjoy reading. And you do that.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">And if not, at least thank you for inspiring me.<\/p>\n<p>I feel weird writing this. I feel like I&#039;m madly in love and in love like a drunkard. But maybe that&#039;s how that crazy desire to fall and dream affects me.<\/p>\n<p>Did you know that lack of sleep can quickly affect you like a glass or two of beer? Thought jumping, crazy openness and disorientation are all effects of this.<\/p>\n<p>But pala. I lost my mind.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Ah, ah.<br \/>\nI feel like I&#039;m melting.<br \/>\nToo fast.<\/p>\n<p>Too soon, Daniel.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Not healthy.<\/p>\n<p>Tell me, will my dreams come true?<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Will all that time before Christmas kill them?<\/p>\n<p>Every day I move a day closer. But what?<\/p>\n<p>In my ears\u2026 Well, okay, in my headphones, the Hungry Ghosts song \u201c<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=4PXMs8KwpDc\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">I Don&#039;t Think About You Anymore But, I Don&#039;t Think About You Anyway&quot;<\/a>... I don&#039;t understand what the name means, because I&#039;m so sleepy. But I like what I hear. I like.<\/p>\n<p><iframe title=\"Hungry Ghosts - I Don&#039;t Think About You Anymore But, I Don&#039;t Think About You Anyway\" width=\"1050\" height=\"788\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/kS9SUmAyKWM?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>I started writing what I wrote to you as a simple message. Now I see it has expanded into something more. What is a letter? A package of thoughts? A psycho-mail-parcel, as science fiction writers would call it?<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I started writing this as a message. And I finished with a stream of thoughts.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Open.<br \/>\nI would not edit.<br \/>\nI wouldn&#039;t fix it.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Unperfumed, hiding the foul smell of the streets of 16th century Paris.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026Have you read The White Shroud? Or been in a performance? I saw that play two years ago.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Well, okay, I&#039;m lying - I&#039;ve seen it four times.<\/p>\n<p>And I gave a standing ovation at the end of all of them.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">&quot;Through suffering to the stars, Garshva, through suffering to the stars!&quot;<br \/>\n&quot;A falcon flew through a green grove, beat its wings against a dry fir&quot;...<\/p>\n<p>I don&#039;t know who played the role of Antanas Gar\u0161va. However, I liked his acting. I loved the scenery. And the story itself. I liked the music. And the smells of the newly renovated great hall - it was the first performance in the new hall. And three more.<\/p>\n<p>I remember the first time I saw the play I was in tears. Which is not normal for me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Second, I was not myself.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">The third time - I repeated the phrases of the performance.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">And on the fourth, I vowed never to go to the play again, because it hit me so hard right in the heart.<\/p>\n<p>*costel*<\/p>\n<p>But you probably aren&#039;t interested in hearing about my experience in the play, are you? After all, you live in plays and theater. What&#039;s new for you, isn&#039;t it?<\/p>\n<p>*smiles*<\/p>\n<p>You know, this is totally off topic, but I love talking to you.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">\u2026And enjoying every moment while doing it.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I think - is it good or bad that I kissed you then on the balcony of the seventh (or ninth?) floor? Is it good or bad that I write you these messages and I don&#039;t want to forget you until December? Good or bad?<\/p>\n<p>*Throws out thoughts*<\/p>\n<p>But then I remember your words and your call not to think. Your soft voice. And a sure assurance that it will get better.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">And then I don&#039;t think.<br \/>\nAnd then I enjoy it.<\/p>\n<p>Every day of communication with you is new and interesting for me. And oh my god I love it.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">&quot;Latvia - best enjoyed slowly&quot;, proclaims the motto of Latvian tourism promotion.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">And I adapt it to communicate with you.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I like that I don&#039;t love you yet.<br \/>\nI love that you don&#039;t love me yet either.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I love that I have a crush on you.<br \/>\nI like it when you say that you are too.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I like to write. And be inspired. Having someone to write to. Who would read. And would answer.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I like to dream.<br \/>\nI like to think.<br \/>\nI like to create.<br \/>\nI like to give gifts.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I like to communicate. Every day. Bit.<br \/>\nLittle by little every day, open a new part of your being.<\/p>\n<p>It&#039;s like a game of opening puzzle pieces and looking for similarities.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I like.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">And, god, even if we realize that it&#039;s better for us not to communicate.<br \/>\nIf I understand it first. Or you.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Even then, I guess I&#039;ll be happy.<\/p>\n<p>Because you know - the best trip is when you travel and enjoy the moment. Not like when you travel for some tangible goal - you take three hundred photos of him... And then, like in the movie about Summer Days, you forget at the end.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">This journey I&#039;m on.<br \/>\nWhich I hope includes you.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">This trip is amazing for me.<br \/>\nAnd I hope she is like that for you too.<\/p>\n<p>No, I&#039;m not asking you to say that she is the same for you. If not, let it be. But just to imagine that you are as good as I am... More pleasant than pleasant. More pleasant than the thought that I will soon jump into bed and sleep in soft bedding.<\/p>\n<p>Er, I was probably right about sleep deprivation acting like alcohol. Because now I feel drunk. Insanely open. And loving.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">And god, if my openness is going to kill me\u2026<br \/>\nLet it be.<br \/>\nAt least it&#039;s fun to be like that.<\/p>\n<p>I feel like it&#039;s getting hard to think. That I have already said more than necessary in some places. In places less than necessary. I feel that you will not understand me in places. And in some places you will understand in such a way that even your heart will ache. We don&#039;t know which of us.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I feel tired. And I feel happy.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Because I wanted to write. I wanted to write to you.<br \/>\nI wanted to talk to you. And know that you are listening.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">And today I achieved it.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Now all that was left was to cover it with cobblestone.<br \/>\nAnd fall asleep.<\/p>\n<p>I know you&#039;re already asleep, Si.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">So sweet dreams.<\/p>\n<p>Sleep warm.<\/p>\n<p>intoxicated<br \/>\n<strong>Daniel<\/strong><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-size: 0.8em;\">Goal of the day: <a style=\"border: none;\" href=\"https:\/\/debesyla.lt\/uzrasai\/en\/issukis-365\/\">213 words<\/a>. 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