The Monument

I wrote these three letters together as separate pieces of one whole. Each emotion getting its own letter. I hope you can find a place to...

Going all the way back to the first handwritten letter, I remember the feeling behind it. I remember the night leading up to it. You had...

How could you do this to me!? I say these words to myself. Never another soul around to feel my anger. You sucked me in and then spit me...

It’s 5:13. I’m leaving the house and headed up the mountain. I’m destined for Our Lady of the Sierras. I have got to get this letter...