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My Dear,
You may not recall our last encounter, it's rather unfortunate that this is the way that we must meet.
Have you ever woken up, and stared at the ceiling? I do it quite a lot you see, I like to take the time before I start the day. Ya know, when I was born I never really got use to the cold. I never got used to the happiness either, it comes and goes; just like the cold. And when it gets cold outside I always try and push myself a little harder to stay out-doors for a while longer, just to really know. It's funny, I never really thought of myself a poet but on paper I cant help but laugh when I read this to myself. Sorry, I know that wasn't really what you were expecting. But it's different speaking toward you rather than with you, it lacks duress.
Do you remember when we used to go to the train tracks? It was just on the horizon between the tree line, underneath the old power lines. I could swear the tracks ran on forever. In the mornings we would walk along the rails and speak of past lives we may have shared. We were young then, our lives really didn't matter much of anything; we were just, alive. Strange now that looking back on it I could give it value, I wonder if you feel the same. Now that we are at such a distance, I cant imagine we would feel the same. But then again I couldn't imagine anyone feeling different as I do. How can life be this complicated when it feels like just the other day we were walking endlessly on the rails. Now im an adult, I have to make important decisions that impact the entirety of my being; I feel that not a lot of people recognize that when they make decisions. Happiness is just shy from hate I suppose. I cant give life value, but how could I not? I suppose that would make things a whole lot easier. It was simpler back then, things made sense.
I hope to hear soon.
`Alphah -
You may not recall our last encounter, it's rather unfortunate that this is the way that we must meet.
Have you ever woken up, and stared at the ceiling? I do it quite a lot you see, I like to take the time before I start the day. Ya know, when I was born I never really got use to the cold. I never got used to the happiness either, it comes and goes; just like the cold. And when it gets cold outside I always try and push myself a little harder to stay out-doors for a while longer, just to really know. It's funny, I never really thought of myself a poet but on paper I cant help but laugh when I read this to myself. Sorry, I know that wasn't really what you were expecting. But it's different speaking toward you rather than with you, it lacks duress.
Do you remember when we used to go to the train tracks? It was just on the horizon between the tree line, underneath the old power lines. I could swear the tracks ran on forever. In the mornings we would walk along the rails and speak of past lives we may have shared. We were young then, our lives really didn't matter much of anything; we were just, alive. Strange now that looking back on it I could give it value, I wonder if you feel the same. Now that we are at such a distance, I cant imagine we would feel the same. But then again I couldn't imagine anyone feeling different as I do. How can life be this complicated when it feels like just the other day we were walking endlessly on the rails. Now im an adult, I have to make important decisions that impact the entirety of my being; I feel that not a lot of people recognize that when they make decisions. Happiness is just shy from hate I suppose. I cant give life value, but how could I not? I suppose that would make things a whole lot easier. It was simpler back then, things made sense.
I hope to hear soon.
`Alphah -
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