Keep Breathing

5

Dear Harry, 

   If it makes you happy to call you that I will. My mom used to call me Moon. She said when I was little I had the laughter of wind chimes and church bells but eyes as blue as the sea under the moon. I don't like talking about my past much. After I left my empty home in south Florida I can never bring myself to think about what happened in that place. I hate thinking about who I've lost and all those people I miss. Maybe I'll tell you about them later. I also very much like the beatles and anything classic as well. I even have a record player to play all the greats on. Anything from Led Zepplin and The Beatles to modern day Lana Del Rey and The 1975. Currently I'm listening to Stevie knicks....now that's a legend. But I'm afraid I can't teach you how to dance, I'm not too great myself....I'm curious Harry, why do you really answer my letters? Do you actually care enough to want to stop me from taking my own life away? Or are my letters something to simply kill time? I'm sorry I'm having such a hard time believing you but I just can't. I'm sorry for spurring out questions like this, I guess you haven't done much to interrogate me yet. You asked me to tell you things that me sad, well, sunny days, memories, bad endings to books, knowing my existence is completely pointless without loved ones to spend it with. My scars make me sad, the ones I gave myself but also the ones on my heart. Both are filled with terrible memories in each. I used to think they'd one day heal but they're still here. Books make me happy, and music. So does hot chocolate and late night adventures. I like to dance even though I can't and I like to sing at the top of my lungs even though my neighbors hate it. (I don't see how this will come in handy for you by the way). Lastly, I'm sorry. Because I doubt there is any way I'll ever want to stay alive past New Years eve. 

  

     For now, (Don't make a promise you can't keep)

            -Luna