To the uptight man,
The sad excuse of having my creative writing, although I did really need the inspiration to write, was just for me to have somebody to talk to. I was lonely. I still am.
Still, I lived like a free woman. You knew of that.
I was glad though that I went to the right place at the right time because it became a point of our intersection.
YOU ARE READING
Random Letters
RandomI couldn't say that what I write is real. Sometimes they are, sometimes they just aren't. The random letters became the purest of me. The rawest of my thoughts put into words for people that may be real, or an imagination of this creative mind.
