a month, in letters

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖

I don't know anything about you. I can't see you, I can't feel the things you do. No face to be recognized with, no voice to be heard, no fingers to touch you. No ears, to listen. I don't know you, I can't know you. It almost burns, this feeling. No - it burns.

I long for you.