An encounter with a lost e-mail

Inexorable. Such is the very word I seek to describe the yearning I harbor in me.

I desire no conflict, I desire not to fill the void.

I know about unattainable longings and more about the impossible.

Moments like this are ephemeral and immediately lost But I'd rather lose the thoughts as I send it to you, And as I look at the existence of these pencils encapsulating my very own, I know it is time to exhaust the last of its remaining life and purpose.

There was not a day I did not think about you. From the day of the first sunrise till that very last before the moon rise.