(the wind will carry us)

Fernando Pessoa

I am well, despite the constant uncertainty looming above my head. (Always worrying about the smallest of things, you see.) Melancholy has been trying to tuck himself into my ribcage lately and I can't ever seem to keep him out for long enough. Perhaps it was Loneliness whom invited him but oh, how I wish he wouldn't. Please know that I'm hoping the very same for you too, my dear. xxx

Marina Tsvetaeva

I'm terribly sorry for keeping such beauty in my letter box for so long but I suppose you should know that I have somehow found myself returning to this very message every morning since the day it was picked up on the northern wind and sent to me. Why? -- I've not quite been able to grasp just yet. As a little reminder, perhaps. Your words draw me in completely and wholly and for that, I thank you. You are pure magic, bird, it is you who is lovely. xxx

Oscar Wilde

Oh my, I'm rather at a loss of words but thank you so very much for your lovely little letter, swan. I must tell you, however, that my head isn't as grand a place to be as it may appear for I have always thought that if you were to look into my insides, all you would find would be shadows and storm clouds and broken words and wolves. Especially wolves -- and perhaps if you were to live there, these wolves would become your very own and I'd much rather you be full of stardust and all the most loveliest of things you could ever imagine instead. Thank you once more, you're utterly wonderful. xxx