Letter: Disappointment

A little from the inner most self.

My dearest Armistead,
Why are you wearing this facade?
You know without me,
You crumble.
We together, as should always be,
Place purple ink lines and curves
On ice white paper,
To form resolution from heartache,
Reason, from mental confusion.
Give up the game!
You need to release those feelings.
Don't bottle up, or ignore me.
The delightful duo, us together,
Make words flow from letters.
I'm disappointed.

You haven't visited me lately,
Have you forgotten me?
How when life throws a curve ball,
We've always written it out,
Iterated logic from feelings.

Please, write back,
It's our survival.
Your sanity, expression, explanation.
I worry for you.

All my deepest concerns,
Armistead