SEASONS OF ALONE

SEASONS OF ALONE

 

Dear Sanity,

The thing with memories when they’re not continually refreshed is that they soon become like beautiful petals plucked off their parent plants. Starved of nourishment, with time they wither and fade, and their attractive colors and smell become history.

Time passed while you were away, and I forgot what it was about you that arrested my attention in the first place. Don’t blame me, the night that characterized your absence was long and lonely, and the silence was deafening.

I’m glad you’re back now, and although I don’t know for how long, it is my fervent wish that you never walk off into the darkness again, that I may not in my loneliness forget that special thing about you, that made my heart to sing your name.

These wards are scary, please stay.

Yours,

Consigned.

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