Letter 7

Originally posted on letterstorussia:
L, The train on this line is always packed in the mornings. Sardines have it better in their little tin boxes really. Between one pair of stations this blonde girl forced her way into the carriage and was pressed so tightly against me I suddenly realised that this was the closest…

Letter 5

Originally posted on letterstorussia:
L, I’ve grown accustomed to eating out alone. To me, walking into a restaurant or cafe and placing an order and eating my meal alone is not all that weird. I do a lot of things alone. For instance, I go bowling alone. You would be surprised how many games you…

Letter 3

Originally posted on letterstorussia:
To L, Tonight I’ll sit down and write you a letter, And while I do I will play a sad song, over and over again, Even as i pound away relentlessly at the keyboard my eyes will glisten, with a dozen un-wept tears I will write to you as if my…

Letter one.

Originally posted on letterstorussia:
What is love? And why do people so childishly hold onto what they think it is? And why am i randomly writing you this email? Well, sometimes, you find yourself wandering back to an old haunt, a ghost of things past. It’s been a really fucking hard time replacing you as…

Un-Celebrated Gods

My darling Sarah. Fear not. I am not who they say I am. I am not where they say I am. I am here. In this now. In this space. And I write to you with careful words, in well calculated blows of ink onto a scented note pad I stole from the bookshop across…

Realising YOU are Alone

I need to write. ¬† I need to talk to myself. A proper honest heart to heart talk with me. ¬† I have started to write to myself so many times but honesty with yourself isnt as easy as the inspirational talkers make it sound. It is not so black-and-white. It is not something you…

Defeated Passions

this was sent to me a while ago by a friend. I’d love to tell the story behind this poem mostly because I think it is a beautiful but sad story. But it is not wholly my story to tell. Maybe someday I’ll have the words. But today it is his poem and his story.…