Present Letter

Dear stranger myself alike,

It's not too philosophical. The reader just happens to be an unknown, or inevitably a version of me in the future, strangers alike.

I wish I could address this to a proper auidence, I couldn't honestly do that.

My thoughts do work in audience form, invoulantarily performing to them bound by seemingly eternal concious.

They're sat on bleachers opposing me in my Oxford Red Leather wisdom.

I'm trying the present and to understand its coexitence with the past and future. It's tough.

like everything here

The fact someone's observing this means I'm heard, forever.

Reading with an eyeroll implys an inseparable connection, beacause something in my words got you in some way.

Forget this entirely and you'll never have known me.

The only other option is to hear from me again

- Love, Collin Moore