Not the start
Dear: reader I write to you on this Sunday night it's close to midnight but that has yet to arrive. Tomorrow I depart in the early morning. with cold to my back. but that's then now is now. this wont make sense to many and that's fine it's not for you but for but even then its not for. its for him he who I am not yet. It's 11 and now I'm closer to class. I showered and brushed my teeth but now I'm in a dilemma for I am hungry.