letter #5- attic

hello love i have been living in this attic for four days now.

it's lovely really. at times, i write songs on a toy piano or a broken organ- requiems for headless dolls, dusty chairs, cloth-covered furniture. forgotten boxes. there are bits of spider, bits of light, in the corners. it's hard to breathe. at times i lie under the skylight on the worn embroidery of an old sofa. i threw little bits of red into the dusky sky and orange lights shafts back at me. i got your last letter. i threw it in little bits down to the unkempt backyard. it made me happy though, i promise.

enclosed is a map. if you follow it carefully, it will take you as far away from here as possible.