To whom it may concern,
I haven't written in so long that there is so much to say,
But for some reason I can't seem to remember it,
And you probably wouldn't care about most of it anyway.
My life has been pretty boring lately.
I miss writing.
I miss familiar faces.
I miss familiar sights.
I miss familiar sounds.
I miss the sounds of summer and the color of the night.
I can't seem to hear or see anything anymore.
The sounds are all faint and the colors are all faded.
The world has changed since I've been gone and I can't seem to find my place in it.
I've tried everything I can think of to strike some kind of feeling,
But nothing seems to work.
I've stood out in the rain.
I've named all the stars.
Everything is so differant.
This is differant rain.
These are differant stars.
I miss my rain,
And I miss my stars.
They semmed to have the answers to everything.
I could hear their song as clearly as I can hear my heart beat.
The stars here don't notice me.
They don't respond to my song.
I feel so alone and their is no one to talk to.
I always have you though.
No matter who you are.
Whether I know you or not.
So for now,
This is all I have to say.
But I will write again.
To much changes if I stay away.
Until next time,
Your poet.Labels: To Whom It May Concern |
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