Dear, x
I have not written to you.
not because of the lack of stamps or lack of thoughts in my head
but because i know you would read them
or touch the rough paper.
I have not written to you.
This was not my choice.
My hands just couldn't move.
But maybe it is my choice after all
maybe my mind is making up the rules.
My brain is controlling my hands
like you.
Love, M
YOU ARE READING
A island and a man looking for shelter
PoetryLetters to a man, whom will never receive, nor will i ever send.