Letters to July//Day 3
Dear July,
This companionship that we have of me writing letters to you is clearing my head space,and I would like to thank you for that.For the longest time I thought that I didn't have any people to tell the thoughts slipping through all the cracks in the corners of neatly lined up jars in my mind other than my mother. I was wrong. I don't think I've ever been so happy to say that. I didn't realize how many amazing loving people I was surrounded with July, and how ironic it is that I realized that after I started writing letters to you. July, I do like to keep to myself and typing at a keyboard, but it's nice to actually talk to another person. To interact with another human being when the heat is just too overbearing and the sweat lining my temples turns into a tear streaking my face. Staring at white walls to the sound of pin drop silence can only take you so far.
This companionship that we have of me writing letters to you is clearing my head space,and I would like to thank you for that.For the longest time I thought that I didn't have any people to tell the thoughts slipping through all the cracks in the corners of neatly lined up jars in my mind other than my mother. I was wrong. I don't think I've ever been so happy to say that. I didn't realize how many amazing loving people I was surrounded with July, and how ironic it is that I realized that after I started writing letters to you. July, I do like to keep to myself and typing at a keyboard, but it's nice to actually talk to another person. To interact with another human being when the heat is just too overbearing and the sweat lining my temples turns into a tear streaking my face. Staring at white walls to the sound of pin drop silence can only take you so far.
Love,
Ankita
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