S: I have already made definite plans for my future yet I have told very few people of them.
T: The usual, I guess.
F: Fear of being forgotten before I am even dead.
O: This girl I know.
L: Poetry, shirt walks on the beach, and poking dead things with sticks.
H: People who refuse to even attempt to understand.
P: None that I am aware of.
C: Things to do.
s- that must be nice. If I had a plan, I don’t think I’d tell people either.
“I’d like a flat white, a day of pale skies, and a real kiss. Inside an old house, by the seaside - You can take off my blouse. But take it from me; I’m disorderly and you’d be off better writing someone else your love letter, ‘cause I’m always on the road.”— Love Letter, Lisa Mitchell