B10:34
I write letters I will never send.
I write letters I will never send.
They sit in a drawer under old books.
They sit in a drawer under old books.
Each one is a map of my mind.
Each one is a map of my mind.
I pour out words like hot tea.
I pour out words like hot tea.
They cool and I fold them away.
They cool and I fold them away.
Sometimes I rewrite the same letter for years.
Sometimes I rewrite the same letter for years.
It changes as I change.
It changes as I change.
I never need to send it.
I never need to send it.
The act of writing is enough.
The act of writing is enough.
It clears my head like a fresh breeze.
It clears my head like a fresh breeze.
I release the weight of unspoken things.
I release the weight of unspoken things.
And I feel lighter, ready for tomorrow.
And I feel lighter, ready for tomorrow.
AV
Letters I Never Sent
by @avaspeaks