In English class, last year, I taught you how to truly rant the way I do.
In a designated notebook, or in the margins of a book you truly, truly dislike,
always in a pink pen, handwriting broken and jagged.
'release all of those feelings onto paper' I told you.
'tell it how you really feel.'
'tell it everything you can't say aloud'
so this has become our tradition.
whenever you ask me for a pink pen, I know.
and sometimes, we walk, and we talk, about our problems,
or something else, to distract.
we have become each other's rant journals, sort of.
sometimes we go out to the rocks near the shore and scribble side by side,
craving the presence, the companionship,
without the words.
so, if you ever feel lonely,
just put it in the book, tell it all of your deepest thoughts,
let go of the anger and pain and hate.
I promise, it helps.