Love Letters
I surround myself with letters.
Letters with sentences.
Letters with words.
Letters with painting.
But none that makes sense,
All seem random.
Understanding them is hard.
They seem incomplete,
And I want a space away from them.
I question my complete existence.
With their presence.
But I do not wish to part with them.
I am grateful for them.
And wish I for more.
But one day,
I write a letter of my own.
I place it with others,
It makes perfect sense,
Everything falls in the correct place.
Thank You💜
-MJM.