Today as I was fumbling through a dresser drawer where
I keep odd pieces of jewelry and little tokens given to me
by various people, I found a cheap round metal pin,
similar to a campaign pin one might wear.
On the front was a heart outlined by a dotted line,
like you would see on a highway where you could
legally pass the car in front of you. Written in script
across the heart were the letters: xoxo.
They crossed over the line on both sides ever so slightly.
Growing up I used to end my letters, cards, and notes with
the word love, my name, and several xoxo.
These symbolized hugs and kisses. I guess they still do.
Of course, now I think about the numbers: 24,15,24,15.
In my weird code 24 can be a 6 or an 8 or a 10. A 15 can be
a 4 or a 6 depending on whether you are moving from the left or right
(adding or subtracting a 1 from a 5.)
I’m no good at explaining why I perceive numbers this way.
I’m sure you won’t be taught this in math class.
In my mind, these rules are only good for when you are looking
at numbers moving through a complex system.
I do not have an educational background in college math,
so don’t take my thoughts too seriously.
This madness had hold of me for a long time.
It is love that has saved me.
Love given and love received.
I am eternally grateful.
movingforwardslowly 