Why do I need letters? So that in silence, alone you can take them in your hands, close your eyes and imagine someone who is not around.
He thoroughly explores the sphere of politics. Senator, dear respectable person. He dreamed of such a life. To this he aspired.
She does not go through life. She flits, now and then flying away into unknown spaces on the wings of inspiration. She is an artist, a rebel and burdened by any rules and norms.
So different. Between their worlds are the oceans. They are separated by space.
They should not be together. But they have love. And precious letters to each other.
All write down, so as not to forget. To entrust the most secret feelings to the paper. And they will always remain with you.
How little a person needs. One letter. And you can perish. Or born again.
How offensive is that the letters do not convey a voice. But he is here, inside of him I hear him. At night, from lines, from greased letters, I collect your image.
I miss the comma. I love the point. Signature, your ...
