this undefined perspective.
i searched for hours. days. weeks.
.
and only an envelope holds the answers i know of. and thinly printed pages binded together with thousands of words filled with life...slowly show me what those things scrawled accross scraps and stuffed into the white envelope truly mean.
for some reason....i began to write a letter even. the things i knew to say and couldn't when i froze up and my head was spinning and my heart was deciding how to beat..... i found them flowing from the tip of a pen better than my own lips.
im observant.
im taking it all in.
im hearing.
im interpreting.
im R E S P o N D I N G.
i want to define it.
someday soon.
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