As the mind eases and the face begins to smile, the voices in your head recite versus from the chapters we dread in to enter. Fragile endings find ways to open your eyes, as the summer sings forgotten lullabies in the midst of frozen winters. My letter to you is about how yours I haven't yet received; How those years have shaped this whole void to blister. Allow me to enlighten myself, absorb whatever within you that's still alive and all what this world has stolen from your center. Allow me to see what you see, feel what you feel, for that seed you've once sown needs to embrace all the sounds the leaves have forever once whispered.