there really isn't much of an explanation for this. while in the process of packing and getting ready to move i came across this stack of letters i had written someone several months back. letters that i never intended to send. a therapeutic exercise of sorts.
so why did i burn them?
it felt appropriate i suppose
i have always risen from my own ashes, like a phoenix, and this was just another one of those times.
captured in photographs.
Ashes... such a pretty word for such an ugly thing
© r.johanna arts 2009
