How are you?
How does the sun look like where you are?
Is she bright yellow up above you, or tangy orange as she travels home? How does she look like?
How do you feel right now?
I spend my days writing these letters to you, talking to you the best way I can, using what I have.
Sometimes, I feel like I could pour my heart on paper more than on a device.
The internet never forgets.
I want you to behold my handwriting, to see how I slant my consonants, hide my vowels…
Stardust, I guess I just have better conversations with you when there is a pen and paper between us.