What goes through the mind of an empty envelope?

Humans!

Aah, the notorious ones gospelled with the prowess of pouring their hearts onto the folds of power,

of unleashing the confinement of unsaid pain through the enigmatic flair of woven syllables through the crevices of their glistening minds.

I wonder in confounding conundrums of confusion, with every piece of heartfelt essence of life written through their soul I once carried,

how the room for misunderstanding belies to be.

Of how my stellar that surmounts a thousand tales through its named enamour,

I forge the connection of two souls through the exchange of words yet behold to do only one narrative a time

-Hridya Sharma