"... letter to no one."
Dear (blank),
I have been told, that when you feel down, and want to break down and cry, you should write about it, analyze it and then either throw it away, or keep it for later use.
But what if you don't know what it is that you feel? You have these feelings, so many of them in a jumble of thoughts, and they are so difficult to sort out, that you sometimes have a hard time breathing, so confused and torn that you can't bear the thought of going on like this for another day.
And then it all clears.
For a moment, you have a tranquil and serene silence in your head, and you relish in it, wanting to hold onto that minute or that hour for just a bit longer. But as with everything that is good, it has to come to an end.
You go back to feeling these myraids of emotions with no name, and you keep struggling to stay on your feet.
Sincerely.
I have been told, that when you feel down, and want to break down and cry, you should write about it, analyze it and then either throw it away, or keep it for later use.
But what if you don't know what it is that you feel? You have these feelings, so many of them in a jumble of thoughts, and they are so difficult to sort out, that you sometimes have a hard time breathing, so confused and torn that you can't bear the thought of going on like this for another day.
And then it all clears.
For a moment, you have a tranquil and serene silence in your head, and you relish in it, wanting to hold onto that minute or that hour for just a bit longer. But as with everything that is good, it has to come to an end.
You go back to feeling these myraids of emotions with no name, and you keep struggling to stay on your feet.
Sincerely.
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