Dear December,
The day isn't over, and the most important thing is still ahead of me. But I'm writing to you now, because the power is mercy to the weather and the PG&E workers, so this might be the only chance I get to write to you before the storm rolls in and rolls over the electricity.
Look at me, I'm all elbows and metaphors and rambling language today, aren't I? I just did it again. I like my writing, but I just wish it were more substantial.
Anyway, that 'most important thing' is our concert tonight. It's not so much important as it is occupying. I need something to do, and that's it. The music is a little easy, but after the more difficult songs from Monday night, it's a break. No one wants to play in 2/4 at 144 tempo.
Today was kind of funky. I think one of my friends might have a crush on me. Then again, it's probably just my imagination and my vanity making up things that aren't real. Things I hope aren't real. God, it's so awkward. I just want to read and create things and do music without having to worry about liking someone or not. I don't want to care, but I care. It's like the lyrics of Digital Witness inverted, because there is so much point in sleeping and doing anything. The last thing I want to do is become vacant. I was talking to my music teacher today about how we found too many things interesting. My curiosity is going to consume me.
Well. Enough of that vaguely philosophical wordy rambling, am I right? I don't need to go right now, but I think the brownies are done. I'm waiting for Janet to text me back.
I'll write to you later, December, and hopefully the power won't go out tonight. It's just so dangerous, with kidnappings and drive-bys, you know. No one's safe when the sun goes down.
Esther
YOU ARE READING
dear december
Non-FictionContinued from last month's Dear November letters. A little less angsty, a little more poetic. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the idea from Youtuber Carrie Fletcher's series 'Letters to Autumn'.
