Red Letter

To live and die in
Your happiest moment
To create and doubt
Your own truth
To hold your life in
Your own hands
To let it swing by a thread
To leap over the
Cliffs of your consciousness
And slash the wrists of your thoughts
It’s like finding solitude
Amongst the crowds and
Quietness amid the din
It’s like writing a note of
Goodbye
When no one was ever
Even let in.

This writer still refuses to have a trailer and only laughed when we asked if could print her name.