Automatic Writing - Google Asked Me : What Was Your Experience with Envelopes?

As a child of about eight, I was able to smuggle a few international stamps from my mother's office table. Those were neatly cut stamps, from which country, I forgot.

I knew what stamps are for. I knew where they came from and where they are supposed to go. And so, as a kid, I wrote my first letter filled with  wishes and candies and rainbow poops and many more.

He would like it, I thought, as the stamps are quite rare - or so I imagined. He would read it, I hoped, as I plan to stealthily place it inside his stroller bag, or perhaps, inside his lunchbox. He would NOT know that it was  from me. In that letter, I intend to tell him that I love the way he smells - like grass, like moist ground after a fresh, calming rain... I'd tell him I like the way he speaks. It is as if he knows what to say.

And so I continued scribbling, over and over, though I am sure more than half of it wouldn't make any sense. Grabbing the nearest unused envelope I could find, I tucked in the letter, feeling hopeful. Beaming happily. I licked the entire length of the flap -- mm, it tastes good --  licked, until my tongue went dry, licked, until perhaps paper cuts started to incise me. Yet I felt lucky. I am overjoyed.

It felt overwhelming, knowing, that you would have your first love letter sent. It is beyond explainable...

I ran out of spit. Only globs of blood came out of my mouth. I tried to lick for the last time, yet a sharp pain seemingly sliced me, in half, in fourths, in eighths.

The stamp went on last. I know it used to be green, and yellow, and perhaps a tad of blue was there... but all I could see now is red. Though red has a lot of degrees. Hot red. Dark red. Brownish-red. Copper... Red Orange... It was beautiful. And at this very time, I dare say, it is still very beautiful.

The stamp won't stick. The envelope won't dry. The letter got stained, and I have nothing left but hopes, and warm happy heart filled with pouring thoughts. The bleeding won't stop so I had to gobble it. It tasted weird, yet it felt really, really warm as it slid down my throat.

This is what puppy love tastes like.


It is... vivifying!