This time, I'm writing for the sake of writing. I think it's cathartic to write to a person that will be (one day) seeing this.
Of course, you'll probably not read this for a while, considering this is my last line of communication/defense against overwhelming stress, anxiety, and dread.
But that's fine. Because you will read this one day.
I just...
Hope that...
Ugh, now I'm wondering what would happen if I couldn't show you these in time. You are old, but I don't want to believe that the people I love (and then eventually me) will be... will die.
I have to use that word, die. It's so... so so so scary, but I have to find peace with it. And then, maybe, I'll find a way to cope with my death.
I guess... at least I have my entire life to figure it out.
😖😖😖 <<< Three times, I've gotten dread writing this. From now on, I'll use these to record how scary it was to write these letters.
YOU ARE READING
Abstraction
Non-Fiction[Started on: June 14, 2022] This is an abstraction of real thoughts. My thoughts. Every time I feel harsh worry, dread, or fear, I will write; I will write right here. Those who want to read about another's poetry, go ahead, but I can't promise...
