The Mute Diary of Perfect Insanity
Writing Love Letters Specifically for the Purpose that they will not be Received
Why is love always hidden. Then again, why is it revealed. And who do we reveal it to? We write poems and letters to our crushes, loves, what ever they may be called. Those writings are often not given to them though. We write to clear our mind of love, why?
We keep passion secret yet let the world know, the only one that should care is the one who will never know.
I suppose I seem stupid only asking why to a question I cannot answer, and that turns back into a question when I try to answer it. But love is a confusing thing.
We write these letters specifically because they will not be received by the subject.
Because tears are less humiliating then possibility.
And whatever is certain is surely less painful.
Even if ego means a paranoid sacrifice.
What have I done?
Listen…
I Love You
We keep passion secret yet let the world know, the only one that should care is the one who will never know.
I suppose I seem stupid only asking why to a question I cannot answer, and that turns back into a question when I try to answer it. But love is a confusing thing.
We write these letters specifically because they will not be received by the subject.
Because tears are less humiliating then possibility.
And whatever is certain is surely less painful.
Even if ego means a paranoid sacrifice.
What have I done?
Listen…
I Love You