lost;

there should be stars for great wars like ours. there ought to be awards and plenty of champagne for the survivors. [ poetry #1 18/12/14 ]

Postal Service

❝ And from here, they can't see me stare. I watch the patchwork farms slowly fade into the ocean's arms. Calm down, release your cares. ❞ I sit by the tiny mail slot at the door with my cat, Jasper. It's become a sort of routine now. The first letter was twelve years ago, I was thirteen and the letter was probably ad...