a letter to my biggest supporter
Dear self,
I wanted to pen a letter to you.
A letter that outlined my emotions.
A letter unapologetic…
A note on sorrow and on fear…
I don’t think I can succeed.
My spelling is shit and my typewriter is broke.
Forgive me, please, I didn’t choose this madness,
rather it chose me…
Please send help for I don’t think I understand myself fully.
My conscience has been a wild fox full of conquests.
You think you see me but the reality of the situation is clear,
You see right through me.
John: don’t tell me to behave
Mary: please speak softer, you know how easily the baby wakes
I’m the baby, sent to save us all.
I hope this letter finds you well,
and you have prosperity the rest of your days.
Write to me more frequently, as I do miss hearing updates from your extravagant trips.
Love and respect,
Timmy.
:)