A LETTER TO THE WORD

 

DEAR WORLD

 

        I don’t know if this should be a formal or an informal letter, because sometimes, I feel like we are close and later on you treat me like a total stranger, but let’s make this straight.

 

You’re not perfect but you’re not that bad

My hands have carried you like a mother would carry her child, I have found out that you’re not so different from the earth,

I bought you a present

 but I exchanged it for my happiness.

 

You haven’t cared about us, you keep lazy feet and spend all your day at the tavern, while we sit in traffic for a living.

 

This letter is to tell you to pick up your weary feet and grow up for the days are tired of endless immaturity.

 

 

YOURS SINCERELY

MARCUS JNR.