Dear Rapture,

It's been so many years, I'm so sorry to intrude,
I've so many things to say, but I've no desire to be rude,
I've tried to keep me locked away, during our long interlude,
I guess I've done okay, but so much has happened, and it isn't all good.

How are you?  I hope things are well.  I think about you, you know.
What've you been up to? Do tell! I haven't heard a word since so long ago.
I don't want to renew a war, but I had to either reach out or explode,
Tact's gone right out the door, for hope our hearts had adjacent zip codes.

What ever happened to you, what did you think, I wonder constantly,
You said give you space, or was it time, or was it just a slow-burn for me?
I always gave you the benefit of the doubt, but I just don't know lately...
I toss and turn, this garden bed feels like a grave, forgotten and buried.

The distance between us is further than any airline has ever been,
I'm sure that, like me, you've felt it growing since our relationships end.
I know we both hurt, we lost so many truths in all the confusion,
And I feel like the biggest loser of all because I lost my best friend.

If I sent this letter off, tear-stained and folded into a paper plane,
If it prevailed on the Trade Wind and soared away to your windowpane,
If it tapped ever-so-lightly, would you let it in or would you refrain?
Would you turn it away, unread, to dissolve in the Cascadian rain?

Maybe I'm hoping beyond hope, a delusional version of Lion-O's sight,
I just had to try one last time before we drift off into that long goodnight,
Though I go not gently, I'm no devil and I've no desire to cause a fright,
But hell, I'd wrestle all the angels in heaven if it was a question of might.

Well, I guess there's nothing I can do but fold it up and throw it hard,
Try not to shed a rogue tear when the movie gets to that part,
And whenever the clock says 2:22, 3:38, or 11:11, I'll wish on a star,
Truly, I just want you to know I care,

I love you,
Sincerely,
From,
Afar

Dear-Keydoard,

****-you.I-woke-up-this-morig
i-such-a-good-mood.­Although-there
was-a-slight-threat-of-rai,the-soud-of
thuder-wrap­ped-me-i-a-tight-hug.

There-was-o-aggig-feelig-of-detrayal
happe­ig-deeath-my-figertips.
My-creativty-was-flowig-freely.
The-words­-movig-from-drai-to-figertips,
words-separated,floodig-oto-the-ke­ys.
The-duzzig-of-my-drai-mixed-with-the
ull-of-oise-expected-of-­early-morig.

Dut-the,like-outer-space,I-missed-the
gravity-of-th­e-situatio.We-are-ot-a
friedship.We-are-darely-colleagues.
I-push­-you,you-do-what-I-say,
dut-sometimes,right-whe-I-eed-you,
you-do­’t.

So-I-thak-you,dear-keydoard,
for-deig-so-reliadle,
for-all-t­he-wrog-reasos.

Two-weeks-of-vacatio-is-all-I-could-hope,
Juliaa­-Theis

dear basil,

happy easter :))
just one more year
dealing with your parent's
religious *******

don't get too mad
it's like that hypnosis said
"if it is anything negative
you will physically and emotionally feel nothing
it will be like watching a movie
and if it is effecting you in this life
you will be able to see it, and let it go"

of course, he was talking about
past life regression

but this is really just a past life waiting to happen

love,
basil

dear basil,

i promise i'll go to sleep soon
as long as you promise you'll smile at me
if you see me in public

i swear i'll fix my posture
if you swear to celebrate your birthday this year

and i pinkie swear that i'll love you
if you always love me back

forever,
basil

dear basil,

you don't have to be in pain
to talk to me </3

i want to hear about your
good days
too

love,
basil

I was doing fine,
in the dark
Little light,
with no spark
Like an angel ,
disguised as a full moon
you gave me hope of light
On every afternoon
Oh! We walked together in the
Paradise of sunshine, and
Always beating the hands of time
Your Love was the gift
I wouldn't ask for, before
The past called,
Inclined your ear
Fear rose, Then
You left me broken in the dark

The letter
I've sent to you last day,
I realized
it won't be read by you.
You've gone from the words
I wrote to.

The letter
I've sent to you last day,
I realized
it won't be read by you.
I never try to write my feeling for,
because there is nothing to write for.

I screamed and begged for the world to say something.

Anything.

Your eyes hover upon my disheartened letters.

Do not leave me here to rot with all my ambitions at my feet.

Why are you looking at me like that? Say something.

That day she left me, she never loved me she says.

As I held the world in my arms

She smiles at me and I can only choke on the letters that she shoved down my throat.

That day I lost her.

And all the hope she gave me would only fall apart in my hands.

-Kore