Muse,
I don't know how much you know about words, but you taught me a lot about them. Maybe you're not well versed on their defintions or origins, but an academic and an inspiration are two different things; I know enough about words for the both of us, but you can tell me what they mean.
After all, it was you that taught me
Friend ends with END, and
Weird begins with WE,
I love how you think these words are different for me, as if everything was just a bit different because how could it possibly stay the same? I don't know if it's true or not, but you're a big believer in time so I can't imagine you'd have any issue with waiting this out. You promised you'd be around for awhile and I'm not going anywhere, so I think we'll be just fine if not better. As I'm learning, better really is a possibility. Better really is something that could happen to me.
I've learned a lot from you lately.
Carrillo.
YOU ARE READING
muse
Non-FictionPre-love and post-trauma, a collection of letters dedicated to the one and only captain of this sheet metal ship, K.G. Non Fiction: #111 Short Story: #283 © Papyruspoet 2014.