Published by Open Love Letters


"Dear --,

The days are long and dreary, and each rolls into the next. A perpetual sombreness hands over me, but still I persist. Look at all of those things I never accomplished: books left unread; pages left unwritten; words unspoken; all of those ideas I'd had but filed away for another time, another day.

Today would be that day, if only I could muster the motivation to do anything of wroth.

But for now I'll sit, with a cup of tea and some soft music playing, and I'll drink. I'll drink about how when this is all over, I will appreciate everyone and everything important to me so much more.

- Imogen"