Anna@YWP

You spend most of your childhood wanting to grow up. You dream of all the things you'll do, the people you'll meet, the freedom of a life where you are the captain of your own ship.

Dear YWP, 

The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13. 

The second, 15. 

I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people. 

And this is the last letter. 

it has been raining for two days.

i wonder when it will end

this grand deluge

or perhaps it is the end?

“Oh. Okay, I see. Well, another time then. What about winter break? Oh, of course, I understand. Well, don’t worry, honey. We’ll figure something out.

the light is too smooth and even to be from any of our suns

perfect twilight

without shadows

an eternal eclipse day.

the light is high on the hills across the valley