| There's a letter somewhere. Hidden inside a notebook of laments and struggles from mind to pen to paper. One day you'll read this letter. You'll read and see the scratches of mistakes and the choosing of better words that just couldn't seem to come out. It will be done in a purple colored pencil, almost indelible if you tried to erase it. What seems like such a happy outside will lead to a rotting and saddening interior. And this is me. Afraid of acceptance and failure and rejection and suffering that I had to write it all in a short little letter. I am weak and much too shy. In a time, that you will agree came much to quickly, you will read this letter. With tears in your eyes and with a tight grip on the paper to the point of tearing you will read this letter. And wish upon a star that it was all better. One day, you will read this letter. And the day that you do, I will be long gone. The End |
| My Letter To You by: V |