14 parts Complete When I was eighteen, Metaphor became my bestfriend. He held my hands tight, making me marvel around the world through my heart, letting me breathe an ocean of emotions, pushing me to unwrap bravery by showing me that Words can mean Courage. That Words can mean Create. That Words can mean Confidant. That Words can be sent through the postcards of Hope. That Words can track you down no matter where you hide, no matter how far you choose to go, no matter how you don't have an idea of these feelings I have for you. That Words will stay -- whether you opt to listen or not. I'm crossing my fingers that you could, possibly, somehow listen.
Every Poet is sending a letter to someone in secret. If you'll only learn to listen, you'll know it's for you.
