Dear November,
I saw my favorite movie today. Going into the theater, I didn't know it would top my charts, but three quarters of the way through I knew. Today, I saw Interstellar.
Now, I won't spoil it for you. After all, it just came out yesterday. I rarely see movies that early. I cried. It was difficult to wrap my my mind around the entirety of the plot: I couldn't. But it didn't have the fast-paced, heart in your ears scenes of other A movies. Well, it did. But this time, it stayed; it didn't it fade.
Does that make any sense to you? It's hard to explain thoughts like those in a sane way, you know.
Anyway. Tell me, November, do you enjoy these letters? Do you even read them? I know I called you bitter, but you are cold and that in a mysterious way that I can't place my finger on. You're in a category on you own. If that isn't a compliment, I don't know what is. You taste like hot chocolate and pumpkin pie and like soap and scalding macaroni and cheese. Bases are bitter. You are bitter, you're not neutral in any case. I think that I love that, just a little bit.
Goodnight, Esther
YOU ARE READING
dear november
Non-FictionThis is a compilation of letters I wrote daily during the month of November, starting November fourth, skipping one day? two days? and ending on November 30th. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the...
