SIXALI

Who are you? I see you every day so sad... as if something's hurting you...

A short letter to the boy I never said goodbye to. Although he will never see this I still want these words to exist outside my google drive.

This is not a love letter. This is goodbye.

A boy's final goodbye...or is it?

Thoughts on the word goodbye

And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.