ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

Fourteen miles to 432 Carolina Street, that was the only thing standing between Joseph Palmer and free pizza. It was also the only thing standing between me and a stern talking to by my boss.

“Rosie! Wait up! Rosiiiieee!”

“What?”

“I..need….to tell….you something.”

“What?”

“Okay, this might be kinda long. It’s, like, a whole story.”

She was like a goddess. Her clothing mirrored her body, her body mirroring her love and affection for the town she ruled over, those rules burning in a bright flame. A flame as bright as a red rose. Her hair wasn’t very vibrant, like pink.

It was my fault completely

I’ll say that much

But to my defense it was July

And I don’t do much thinking in July

I don’t meet many deadlines in July

They told me that my school email would die in July