The Writer

Its weird typing this out..

This blog is intended to have it to be seen as a postbox.

You are someone who happens to walk by it. Its just one of those days, -you have a swing in your step and hands in your pockets. You find this strange postbox in shining red, open it and here it is.. letters by a young person explaining things and conversing with someone else. Its not like a diary with everyday scriblings all over nor is set up to be shared in ways social networking sites work. Its just letters, private -like its only you reading , very intimate -which is why its existence is worrying but something in its own innocence is good to share. Friendship led by pure, simple faith.

*Please do not misuse.