i cleaned up.
memories.
sadness, happiness, loss, frustration, joy, despair.
there was once a time
when i knew of correspondence
like the sunshine of a
beautiful day - inspiring
and eloquent it sang
to me like no other
voice i had heard before
[insertloveletterhere]
she starred at me
with eyes of envy
and compassion
as if i knew
what i wanted
out of life when
all i was certain
of was that i
wanted her
my wrist hurts
i've been writing too much
the hands that extend
from my arms
keep moving faster
faster never declining
in speed
a blur is what
remains and
gingerly i close
my eyes
