Dear You, part II

The days went by, all humdrum with the last and the next almost exactly the same. The nights were fleeting, yet, amidst the fleeting consistence, my mind was static, maybe a delusion that somewhere during this menace you would one day think of me, since it hadn't seemed to be the case, I started scribbling on paper again.
         "Dear You",
Its been forever, how are you holding out? Do you have enough of the right things? I hear that your providence has been named the epicenter of the plague, are you okay?
 This one reeks of desperation, it'll go where the last one went - nowhere.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Definitions

The advice

Kolo