dear forgotten house
who even has your keys anyway? i like to pretend that it is an old man with a limp and tiny glasses who talks with a soft accent and smells like fall. i don't know why, but it's comforting. like a grandpa, watching over me. maybe he's named felix and has a cat named carl. or maybe a dog named palmer.
fall has come. the temperature dropped with the leaves, turning everything slightly grayer than before. fall's my favorite season, which is contradictory to my name, but whatever. i like the crunchy leaves and foggy mornings. i imagine that felix does, too, though he prefers the early spring. for the flowers, you know.
love, summer.
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letters to felix
Teen Fictionthere are so many lives to live. there are so many stories to tell. and so many letters to write. - previously diary of a teenage liar cover created by the amazing @effection
