I try to write letters to my past envelopes. The ones that were mistakingly either torn by me, or their stamp was lost by me because of which they were left of no use. I try, I do. Yet, the essence of a letter doesn't sweap out through them. It looks like an essay, adorned by fine mosaics of long words. I'm confused. My mood swings just do not let me breath through the words. And, now these letters have turned out to be a real nuisance. I throw even the last scrap of paper in the bin. And, then a paper aeroplane comes flying through the air. It rests on my desk. I open it. And, I read a line, 'Letters aren't meant to be delivered without envelopes.' Only if you get it... #letters #envelopes #theunsungquill #dawn_of_divine #eternal_lives #paidstory