secretly, i write a lot of letters. whole addresses to people with no address. even with no replies, its still nice to think of them receiving the letters and possibly penning a return line of words. if i fold them into cranes, these unsent soliloquies, its sort of as though that was the intended idea in the first. it also gives speculation to a plethora of horrible metaphors about thoughts soaring, having my head in the clouds, and other such nonsense.
i'm a bit distracted.
I REally want to go write a letter now.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful.