in this letter to whoever,
i'm not sure what to say.
i rarely get to speak my mind;
never more than once a day.
and my list of friends is limited
and is set in stone.
i can converse with you
i can let my words flow like ink in a pen to the paper.
you're here and you listen.
and you don't mind right?
or do you just not say?
or do i just not hear?
. . .
has the problem
been with me the whole time. . ?
this is something i've never considered. .
sorry this wasn't as long as the last one.
i just. . need some time to get my thoughts together.
you might not hear from me again,
but it's not like you expect my letters anyways, right?