Dear me,
Im crying.
As I write this.
And I can't even begin to tell you why.
First it was this
Then
It was that...
Then it was this AND that
Then the tears started.
It was an endless stream of black flowing nothingness.
It burnt like fire on my face but smoked as if the candle had been blown out.
Nothingness. I could feel it even though it was nothing.
There's this weight on my mind maybe I should talk about it.
But how do I talk about a heavy weight of absolutely nothing?
How do I articulate what I mean when I feel absolutely nothing.
How do I finish writing this? I don't know what else to say.
Maybe that's enough for today.
So as my tears stain my screen rather than my paper, I beg of you to not let go.
I'll write again soon and I hope these letters help.
Again.
Just don't let go.
Please.
I need you.
From,
me.
YOU ARE READING
Dear me.
RandomThis is sort of a book of poems/letters/short stories from myself to myself or about myself. I've been going through a rough patch in my life for a while and a close friend recently said writing letters you're never going to send sometimes help. To...
