Alphabet. Words. Sentences.
A release of emotions and thoughts. Notes to the written.
Letters to the heart.
Postcards to my abstract.
I shall always be, be there when you need me, like a friend who rows your boat till the bay.
Our journey just doesn’t end there.
It is with the seas and beyond.
Bygone be the old, new traversals are to come.
Welcome them like they are yours and you’ll see the joy of them being a part of yours.
And then they become you, you make yourself.