My Last

A Story by Kincer

Here it stands, my final letters. To you, to them, to those all around. For I do not believe this to be where my words should stay. The parchment has much more heft, a greater meaning, than any screen could behold. And so I will still put many letters down in an order that is all it’s own unique. But no longer will I write for you, or them, or those all around. I will write for me, and me alone. All previous records upon this page shall herby be erased. Only leaving this one in their place. I do not feel sad to see these go, for they will also be in my mind and so, do not fret, I will still write. What will not happen, is I shall be bound by your shackles no longer, tiny little screen. For I shall write on the immaculate pages when I feel serene.