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Licking lacking

a foreign letter

dear dear,

i never meant to speak about never, especially those things that will never come again. those memories that float further from the first time i learned the word float, when i tried one, when i learned how to with you and without too. instead, this is all meant to account these days that bleed irresponsibly. it is meant to clot the wound, to serve as a way to let the hurt heal.

often, the problem with that is i wake up, i brush my teeth, i shit, i shower, i think what else must there be. i work. i study. i talk to some friends. they talk to me. i eat the same meal in the same way with the same shows playing to not make me think of anything besides the studied, the worked. i know the words enough.

these words i do not. i sit here among the woken, the brushed, the shitted and showered, thoughtlessly. i say, she will not read this most likely. but i will. for this is it exactly: my will. and it will never cease looking for you.

yours,
kacper

About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)

Discussion

3 thoughts on “a foreign letter

  1. There are a few things in this that remind me of one of my favorite poets: e.e. cummings. Thanks for sharing!

    Posted by rosejfairchild | July 9, 2019, 11:37 pm
  2. Beautiful

    Posted by Chad Grant | July 10, 2019, 12:52 am
  3. Pure magicπŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

    Sent from my iPhone

    >

    Posted by jennystallent | July 10, 2019, 12:08 pm

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