Don't come 'round here and tell me I'm totally sunk

[klena]

Why do people bother with me? Honestly, though? I'm not asking this as my emo!self (although I am slightly emo at the minute), just out of curiousity.

I'm not that interesting, I'm not that pretty, I'm not that intelligent, I'm not outstanding in any real way...

So why?

It's just slightly puzzling...

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[urbanelf.livejournal.com]

From the bottom of me heart, your spirit has sang to me for a long time, calling across what fathoms I cannot imagine or quantify. I noticed it when I first read your stuff on ZQL, it hit me like a little whisper in my subconcious, some creeping sense of familliarity, of envigoration.

I knew not, and perhaps it even stretched before that, to the sheer impression of your being in the world. I feel so many people all the time, and I have learnt in my past lives that their psychic emanations eventually draw me to them.

I mean simply to say, my dear, that your radiantly emanating vibrations are what draw me to you even now. I certanly think of you enough times in a day that I can't count it.

I can't counter anything you say about your physical self properly, since I of course am ignorant as to what you look like.
However your aura, your spirit, your voice (at least over a cellphone, not known for making voices sound good), are all quite beautiful to me in so many multiple implications of it.
I don't think there is a threshold of intelligence that makes me accept a person, neither do I think that one is capable of judging how much they stand out. Least of all myself, because I will look as out of place as a sunbather in antarctica and think that I'll be fine, meanwhile people on the street will be gawking at the strange person with the elaborate makeup on.

However, I find you an outstanding example of those qualities that I find inspiring and delightful in people.


Maybe it's me. I identify people more as complexes of sentient feelings. than as a sack of physical matter. I realise my own shell may both have things people like and things they don't. I haven't liked it wholly for a long time, though I grow more comfortable with it. You should as well, know that you are loved for who you are, not how you look, or what you think, or how you dress, or anything intangential. When everything is stripped away from existence, you find the very heart core of the matter, and therein there is that of a person which is always unique. And that, everchanging, ever evolving, is what I love so much about you.