Contemplation

She speaks, and deafens my heart.

Rewriting letters is really hard; to think back to the exact emotional state is way too heartbreaking.

Nanonovella III: Words

Whispers, ever so overwhelming, quiver my core.
Trembling, whispering your name captivates it.
Though joy and relief it brings me.
Grants me hope, to keep promised whispers, forever more.

This second is a first of rewritten letters I had dedicated to a special person. Enjoy.

Nanonovella II: Words

He spoke of science for years, and speak he does no more.
He writes of a woman, unencumbered words, that he adores.
Worlds apart, she still wonders of his nature.
Apart, he wonders if his still thought of.