ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

I sit here wishing I write each memory down.

Each drop of my storm,

Enough droplets to hint a faded rainbow beyond.

Something to leave behind

A clock ticks on the wall.

All the other kids are talking.

I can’t think.

I can’t focus.

I’m lost.

Detached from the world.

I look up, and see someone leaning against the wall.

I know them…but how?