Letter
Dearest jo,
Hi.
Another day has passed.
And I still don't know what to do with you.
The layer of dust is getting visible.
Why did you run?
Why do you choose to be there?
The dimension of contradicting joy.
In a place with zero confidante.
Your corner where the inner thoughts are louder than anyone screaming at you.
Then you begin to ask why things aren't turning out the way it should be.
The way that it Should be.
The way was probably never written black and white anyway.
Oops. Deception.
Are you happy?
Could you really be happy this way?
You can go on waiting and praying you know.
For something to happen, someone to come your way.
And by the time you realise, I'll be gone.
Love is not endurance.
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