Why do people consider it as an "effort" when you express your emotions into words by having to translate them using pen and paper? It took the same effort to think about it, Same way you raise your left eyebrow, Bite your lower lip, Scratch your head And just plain thinking. But I'd always prefer it Postcards, letters, sticky notes, stamps and stationaries. In that way, I'll discover so many things. Your choices. I could imagine how you made them. How much you put into picking the most striking marker, The smoothest paper To give me a sign A single hint of how much the fragrance of the paper, The strokes of every letter formed, The mistakes you put a cover on already In order to find the perfect words to match with each. All these, to show me not just what you feel But also of what you are made of. The boldness in you, The things you rather hide And some you wouldn't want to forget That remind you of so many things Even the little ones So you sealed them, put colorful stamps and send it to your second home which you have found in me.