Dear ex,
It's me Isaac,
I am ok as I promised I will be
Even when hope didn't make it out of the town we had built,
I still see the morning sun through our bedside crafty curtain.
"Yah, me too, sometimes too, remember, we were so of the moments, ya' COFFEE AT PHIONA'S,how can I forget."
I saw the letters you sent, I had taken time without leaving the house, cause I fear the outside,
It's so together and happy and that's not what I an meant to be...

Dear early attachment, I see you are half happy as written here too, we both assaulted a soul.
A soul, an innocent one from somewhere utopiac,
I wish we could re write the stars but they went for far away with my love to the sky.
Some decisions break the nib of the pen when signed at. I wish I never saw the divorce papers.
I wish the Lawyer died that night or he had an accident...its legal, I gave Feds the same Intel to cause a threat and potential trauma. I traumatised my own self, i feel it Albert..somethings haunt;
those fiercely spoken attractions and scorching kisses that became ghosts, my heart is a cemetery. A broken cemetery.

Like a TV, with programs where you memorised every single word making you feel like it's where you belong, you were,nothing with the current entertainment technology alive, can distract the distraction you had gave me, I still focus you Alone.
I try, routines, Shopping spree, Rehab, ponorgraphy, your my hub..maturation reminds of the Sex we had every morning
Your Erotica and how we made love outdoors where no one could even imagine.
You know I used to think that As long as my earphones were where I needed them to be, playing the content they had to play, my broken heart wouldn't bother me but it's all wrong I was a fool.
If you really find this letter, just know I will be on the other side waiting.

love, Armanda.
© Kaiso Isaac