A Letter (s) Part 1
I will categorize some word salads/letters here.
Letters...I love them...
I write them to show tender and delicate love. I write them to express gratitude. I imbibe them to remember living.
Letters...
Letter 1: Windows, Sunlight, Release.
Dear, NFP ... And after so much waiting, and so much nothing, so full of nothing it became something...chewing off bits of my own skin and taking a bone saw to flesh, when it meant to cut bone....waiting.
Waiting.
Good morning....hi......have you come to save me now?
Look...that time I spent there, even while it was a job, I had never felt that way in my entire life. It wasn't the beginning, and end, just a beginning.
So......do you know how it feels?
Feeling nothing, numbness, it's pretty common for many people, but I promise I am a different case.
I made so many sandwiches there...with max too, that meant everything to me. Sometimes when I go to the shore, the distant howling, and the residual howls still...
Moonlight reflecting my face onto the pavement somehow, and the moon itself smiling.
I need to sleep...
I really like mustard.
..........carry me far away from here.
Yours truly, Victoria
Letter 2: Bobbing and Motions
Dear Piers,
I love every pier in the world. Each and every one of them...the way the kayak launches bob with the water's movements, and attempting to stargaze when there were no stars out.
You do know how much that meant to be right? Seriously..........
I'll walk and tumble my way through grass, and fields, and dim highways, and even if I will never experience """""that""""" I do not mind at all.
Every pier has a soul, and its soul, is tangential to the material used to construct it.
Hey...please, love yourself.
I will always cherish you, Victoria
Letter: Goodnight
...3:55 AM, I work at 10.
This is okay though.
I know its against everything I tried to stand for but could someone please hold onto my hand, and squeeze it tightly.
I need to close my eyes....and envision the future.
Take care of yourselves, angels.