This is my letter to someone, everyone and no one.
Ever since I was 14 years old and my pen hit the paper, my life seemed to take an interesting, yet enthralling twist. Most girls at my age were insecure and didn’t know how to handle adolescence. Of course, I’m not going to sit here and pretend there weren’t times I didn’t feel small but luckily I found a release. During warm afternoons, I would sit on my pink carpet and write, sometimes for hours. It was some of the most peaceful and beautiful times that I can remember. While my friends were out shopping and exploring the gifts and glitter of young adulthood, I was in my room writing. I would write anything! Letters, diary pages, journal entries, notes, poems, song lyrics. It didn’t matter, as long as my pen didn’t run out of ink. Over time I realized that writing was just more than just a hobby, but a part of who I was. It was my way of expressing every feeling in every fiber of my body. It was like a drug. The more pages I filled, the more satisfaction I obtained. As I started to grow up and face some harsh realities, my writing became more constant than ever. It became confusing for me to talk and use my words verbally and the only way I was able to get my thoughts out was if I wrote them down on paper. But I also realized that not everyone else expresses there feelings and thoughts in the same way I do. Most people don’t look at a poem or a letter the way I do. Every single word, every single mark has such delicate and detailed beauty. When I write a letter to someone, every part of me goes into it. i take hours to make sure it sounds just right and when I’m done doing that, I make sure I’ve included every single point I wanted to make. Finally I cross my T’s and dot my i’s and hope the reader is kind enough to realize how wonderful this letter is. But I realize that most of the time, my letters are thrown into any ordinary drawer along with yesterday’s mail and old birthday cards. It’s not an easy thing for me to swallow, especially when the letters that you so preciously worked on were “forgotten” or “misplaced” by someone you really care about. It’s like a slap in the face or a cheap shot to the gut. It stings to know that your heart can be easily thrown out or stuck to the bottom of a Verizon bill. So instead I’ve decided to do something else. I’ve decided to write a letter to anyone, everyone and no one. Out of the millions of people that live in this world I am bound to find one person who has the same appreciation for writing as I do. They can understand that a letter isn’t just a plain, old piece of paper. They can understand that the ink I use is filled with peace, love and understanding. They can understand exactly where I’m coming from. So here it is. My letter to someone, everyone and no one.