Little Letters To Random Things

dear love,

why don't you ever visit me. love why don't you ever stay with me, each and every guy i try only bring hate, anger, and jealousy. love...love please come visit me. i miss you like honey would miss bees if they were to ever leave. i need you, i need you like the flowers need spring.

dear spring,

the rain downpours synchronize ever so nicely with my tears, everything around me grows including the weeds within my heart gently causing me to wither away, day by day the sunlight is all that shines, as i lurk in shadows sprouting up mushrooms, quietly resting in the dark like a hibernating bear, i lurk in the shadows.

dear shadows,

do you fear noon? the sun is at its highest point but you have never seen it. you don't exist at noon, i bet that moment of invisibility doesn't even compare to the feeling of nothingness at night when everything looks just like you. i hope you know you're special because in the day you're the only one whom remains.

dear remains,

i really hope someone found my tweet saying i really wanted to be cremated, skeletons scare me, being in a box scares me, having worms insides my deceased body seems really unappealing. i really hope they heard me when i said i wanted my ashes mixed with yellow glitter, that's my favorite color and even in my after life i still want to shimmer, and i hope they listened and actually poured some of my ashes out into the ocean.

dear ocean,

i really am inspired by you. vast and deep encumbered by mystery, its like you're the only one who ever really understands me

dear me,

i still don't understand you or why you feel the way you do, too many people have hurt you and you act like it doesn't bother you, you were abandoned and you act like it doesn't bother you, you have been destroyed and you act like it doesn't bother you, you put yourself back together every time you are broken down

dear break downs,

fuck you, i have absolutely nothing to say to you.