Unsent and Unspoken

The things will never be seen or said.

Sometimes I hand write beautiful letters within my mind. They lay nestled in their boxes of my fire lit library which is only acessible through an inner labyrinth in which only I have the key. Here is where they remain safely unperturbed from the world in which they were never meant to be. My letters each carefully tucked away within their deep jewel toned envolope jackets. A metalic array of swirling wax seals each embossed just as uniquely intricate as the contents held within tender pages of my soul. My deep emotional world carved from the trenches of my mind now guided by the delicate black ink which now feathers itself into tangible letters never to be shared.