Letters

I missed writing yesterday. Your letters unopened. I sent a dream tied to a balloon.

itsalljustablur. memoriesandtoday. notunderstanding is a drag….

hopeless to deal with moods. they run amok. refusing to be fenced in.

once you were clear as the sun burning off the fog. until i braved the world.

im here. im writing. reading my worry solves nothing.

 

i am not able to appreciate advice.

Memoir Poetry

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