AN OPEN LETTER TO YOU

An open letter to you: You know all those things about you? The way you get moody when your socks get wet from a puddle of rain, or the way your hair gets when the wind plays with the ends of it? The way you turn quiet when the sun breaks against the window of your train, splintering gold and mingling with your thoughts. How you put your chin on your in-drawn knees and watch the slow-moving boats glide past on the beach. Thoughts as dreamy as the white in the sails, reminding you of bed sheets and the roads to dreams that the rumpled folds and creases map out. The way you're fragile and damaged? The way you're fierce and relentless? How you count the stars during the...