Where have the letters gone?
Lost, gone in time...
Will they be found again?
Will they soon be mine?
The letters are drips,
essences of who I used to be,
little sips.
I used to take little sips of drinks,
and time,
And now I'm fighting for me,
fighting for my life.
Without them, it's different...
Unreal,
but I like it.
Without one to push me down,
I can have both feet
on the ground.
