For her eyes only...

These drawings are taken from a journal of sorts addressed to somebody I used to know. I never intended on giving that journal to her, but in a heartbeat I did. I think I did it because I knew I'd written honestly (we all would if we thought nobody would ever read it...) and I knew we wouldn't be speaking for a long time.... Plus, all the entries were addressed to her.
Here are a couple drawings from that cahier.

written june 7 2008

i spoke to the sun today
from my lips to her ear
the words came out,
"deliver this, to someone west of here"

the message reads
'hello love, do you miss me
and my knocking at your door?'

but asking this is painful
for i'll always miss you more.