A ride with the
Immediate simmer
Of thoughts.
Blown out from the
Rush of blood,
Illegibly traced on
Loose papers.
The words that readily
Manifest out of angst,
Without reasonable
Considerations.
The ones cursed
To brood in long drafts,
Often deprived of an
Address they're destined.
The best letters
Are often unsent.
Sometimes in closets,
Sometimes in bins and
In unopened envelopes..
The best letters are-
Often unread.
They linger in you,
Then in the air.
Then turn into shreds,
Of memories.
To live in you as a
After-taste of a
Long-lasting grief.
Immediate simmer
Of thoughts.
Blown out from the
Rush of blood,
Illegibly traced on
Loose papers.
The words that readily
Manifest out of angst,
Without reasonable
Considerations.
The ones cursed
To brood in long drafts,
Often deprived of an
Address they're destined.
The best letters
Are often unsent.
Sometimes in closets,
Sometimes in bins and
In unopened envelopes..
The best letters are-
Often unread.
They linger in you,
Then in the air.
Then turn into shreds,
Of memories.
To live in you as a
After-taste of a
Long-lasting grief.
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