Dear two ninety three,
I can't believe that I've almost met three hundred. This year is slipping through my fingers so subtly that I didn't even realize it is coming to a close in two and half months. Where has my time gone? I feel like I've done nothing this year.
The only things that cross my mind these days are pain, detachment, and an occasional smile. Sometimes I feel so lost. I guess that's what happens when half of the things that escape your lips are untrue.
Maybe after some distance of seconds those things began to catch up to those of us that speak them. And maybe one day their true sides will slide forward or maybe one day I'll lay six feet under with them still behind my teeth.
Sincerely,
Dre
