Letters to Moggy.

•Exhausted •

Dearest Moggy,

I am absolutely exhausted. Though I can barely keep my eyes agape, I have taken to writing a poem. It is a sad poem, because at this time, I am remembering the one I loved a while ago. I shall write it below.

Never wake me up. If the world should should start to end, let it be that I die in my sleep.
Never wake me up. I will no longer love you, nor will I stay, and allow my heart to weep and weep.
For one sorrow is greater than a million joys. One sorrow can cripple those who stood strong.
The one sorrow that turned all light into void. The one sorrow that stole the Nightingale's song.
No. Never wake me up. If the world should end, let it be said that I died in my sleep.
Never wake me. Because my sorrows are all that I have to keep.

I have thought about them every moment my mind has nothing sturdy to latch upon. I hate it, Moggy. I wish you were here, so that I could hug you. My heart wants nothing more than to be in your arms at this time.

Your friend,
Stray