Unsealed Letters

     I thought I was okay. Turns out I make many same mistakes I curse. In that, I've only ignored what looms. I've been cast aside like the dust my body should be by now. Forgotten, or maybe at the least, a mere dreadful memory. The world will turn and I will sit, stuck. No reason for moving forward just endless haze. Yet, I stay, because burning inside me, the only thing in me alive, hope stays. Pesky human attribute hope and determination. Not even for something in particular. It lay dormant and effective.