It’s just that life gets in the way of living.
You’ll forgive me if I haven’t written in a while.
It’s just that my fingers were stuck together.
It’s just that all the paper in the world caught fire.
You’ll forgive me if I haven’t written in a while.
It’s just that all the envelopes made love to dragonflies and now, we cannot bring them down.
It’s just that time stopped ticking.
It’s just that all the ink ran clear.
It’s just that words ran out of letters (these are the last in the bag).
It’s just that words ran out of letters (these are the last in the bag).
It’s just that language isn’t perfect.
It’s just, me.
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