If there's one thing, one activity, that I adore with all my heart, it's writing love letters.
You can ask any lover I've taken,
Every crush I've pursued,
Every poem I write.
Should someone or something cause a rush of emotion, of /any/ emotion, a letter is surely soon to follow. A desperate attempt to try and write the emotion down before it fades, and I forget it. Before it fades, and I forget what it is to feel it.
Most of the time, it's a love letter to some kind of love.
Love of the sky, of the moon. Love of a lover, or one who used to love me.
Love of the sky and the sea and the air that I breathe and the fireflies and trees and the rain and the breeze and-
Oh, but I could go on for hours about all that.
But this one is a little bit different. A love letter to something that not many people love. For it's a sense of... discomfort. Mild discomfort. A strange sensation telling me I'm not where I'm supposed to be.
The strangest urge to explore every nook and cranny of my city, until I know it as well as I knew a lover's eye. To not stay in one place, until there's no one place I haven't stayed.
For most who feel this, it's hard to embrace. Even for me, it's almost gotten the best of my mind. It can make someone feel isolated. Alone. Like they aren't a part of this world, or perhaps they're not meant to be part of it. At least, not for long.
But I've grown to love it so. For it has led me to the most beautiful people and experiences I could ever ask to meet and see. It has hurt me, yes, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Let this be my love letter to adventure. Beautiful, terrifying adventure.
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Stories, Poems, and Dreams
Short StoryWelcome to this little book! This is gonna be some of my better small works - poetry and short stories, for the most part, with the occasional dream that I actually end up remembering mixed in. So, sit back, relax, and prepare for a bit of angst! MI...
