uh, yes.
i love this love letter.
taken from one book i read.
Dear Philo,
I am sitting here. Staring blankly into the air outside the window panes.
I wish for the view to change. But it's still the same old view.
The same old sadness. The same old problem.
Then the rain is trickling down. It wipes away the dust off the street.
Yet what has changed, my love? Nothing.
Love,
Carmen.
duh...
