Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Letters to X: Gravity


I will start at a random point in our story, two years after, if that's okay with you. 
I was alone in a very hot room with a singular fan humming silently in the background. Few clothes litter the empty bed across mine. I have a huge window that gives me a terrific view of the whole island alight in the evening. Except for a few sobs, everything was just as it should be, still. 
It's my first week in a new island. My mission was to forget you. 
A year after that, I am crouched in my room back at home, still crying the same tears.