My dad wrote me Slayer lyrics on a paper plate: "Convicted witch my life will end!"
My mom's cursive on the back of an envelope, when I left home, writes: "Don't forget what I've taught you!"
My good friend left his Aderrall test sheets with me: Self inflicted distractions? "1234 circled 5 for high."
My bad friend's unfolded origami note says: "When you move down here one day, we will play music together."
My sister's poem on a postcard sent from her island head: "Swim here, understand?" I think I get the message?
My lady thoughtfully scribbled: "I woke up a bit later then I meant to, call me if you need to."
This is my box of people.