Letters

Nothing is more foreign than a snail mail anymore.

Words written on a piece of paper, with dark, permanent ink.

Yours have come in handy.

Thank you for  the time you spent on them.

Memories, good and bad is certainly almost good.

Pt 1

"We've come so far from the days that seem eternally behind us" The birds are chirping and sunset is only a mile away. Looking out the window, a false sense of solitude takes over. A new place, a new job, a new mug and a new tv to keep you entertained but there's nothing premiere about new. The present is someone elses past. I sit here with this puny cigarette wondering what the next step would entail. Things unsaid have a far more deeper impact than words that have been muttered. We've tried and we lost, and I'm glad we tried. "And I hope I'll still be there when you reach" I don't think i'll be going _______ anymore.