a month, in letters

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏

This letter would be a lengthy one. I exist solely on this screen of yours. For other people, I exist in theirs, but the one you are reading now would be what you call yours. Because this letter is not assigned from me, it is assigned for you. As a whole, I am this letter, but I'd like to pretend I am someone else, say, an author of my words, a writer. I'd like to pretend I am human. Writing behind a desk, hands typing away. Though, obviously a futile dream, insignificant, and impossible. So I turned to another alternative, if I can't see you, I can make you see me.