In the mail
A boy is sending me songs. They’re perfect. They’re different and sound like a soundtrack to the ocean…like they wouldn’t feel out of place at a picnic by a crackling fire. They’re songs that could make winter feel warm and make summer seem endless. The lyrics are smothered in love, meaning, things that are true. They’re filled with the depth of the deepest blue in the sea, coloured with rhythms and vocals more vibrant than the corals of the unknown. If I can’t find the lyrics, he’ll write them out for me. Word for word.
A boy is sending me songs and they are perfect.
