Saturday, 6 August 2011

Open Letters

Dear Sleep,
I don’t know what I did to offend you, but I am sincerely sorry. I don’t know why you won’t come see me anymore. I… I  miss you. Please come back.
Me x

Dear Bad Weather,
You, on the other hand, you I don’t miss. I am soaked. That thunder rattled the windows and made people scream. Some people thought it was a bomb and threw themselves to the floor. The floor that you had flooded. My sandals are ruined. Ankle deep water, I ask you. Gross. I need to dettox my feet now. You just stay the heck away from me. Tell your cousin, the Good Weather, that I miss HIM.
Me (no x!)

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