she writes

{Love letters,
she has always loved the idea
of writing them
receiving them,
beautifully hand written
sharing dreams, desires, such a
romantic, loving gift
tied with ribbons,
perhaps a pressed flower
or two}

her letters become words
that become phrases
that become scribbles
that she ponders, and then
destroys

she is surrounded by
clumps of paper
rolled into balls
folded,
tossed and crumpled,
they litter her floor

just a mess of letters,
words,
love notes,
that don't mean
anything to anyone
anymore


https://youtu.be/7rkgm1yGgbM ~NightsinWhiteSatin~