Dear Delilah,
It feels like one of those dog days, today, where all our
existence comes to rest halfway between our sobriety and poignant memories;
like a glass of introspection with a little sprinkling of lazy.
And lately, I've learned a few new words; strong words, like
patience, and faith, and wine, and friendship.
I'm trying to make room in my head for my new words, so I
pick out a few old words. I pick out the best ones, the wild ones, the slightly
unusual ones and I write you rambling letters in my mind.
I ask you random questions, like what the distance is from
your living room to a lonely night, or if you want a daughter first; what you'd
call her. I ask you questions, like, how do we thaw these conversations? Where
have you left the keys that unlock you?
It's a random day and you've kind of been on my mind.
So this is my letter, dear Delilah. This is my glass of
poignant introspection, poured from a vintage bottle; shall we get drunk? This
is where I hide the emotion, behind the fluffy words and the LOLs.
Some days I wonder how your day went, if your friends are
alright, if you still have dimples. I wanted to make this a blog post but I
hear you don't like PDA.
Sincerely,
Ashiwel.
