Unsent words part 1.

I’ve been spending nights writing letters to people I once knew (and people I still know), letters I’ll never send.I find a comfort in words. Perhaps this solace is irrational, I sometimes wonder. But no matter if it is temporary or lasting it is mine, here and now.My bones are filled up with words, my freckles punctuation marks, strands of my hair become sentences, growing longer each day.