letter · new years resolution

gaps

My Dear,

We lose what we grow in meaning. What I only imagine has meaning, because there is only meaning for me. And what do I say to fill a day, when there is no meaning behind it? When the memory of our meaning is only held by me. When to you, I am nothing but filler — residing in the spaces in between.

 

Yours,

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