I won't quite afford the Stamp

Letter Lost
Of a kind
Total host
For what's on my mind.

Something that just needs to be said
Thoughts that keep me out of bed

Racing and Running
Realising... Ruining...
Breaking it down
To build it up
I won't say this
when I wake up

In this state
Where I'm truly me;
Only in this place
I trully see

But in the morning
I'll look at this tool.
When I read message
I'll have been a fool.

I won't quite afford the stamp
For where I feel what I say,
But I'll leave it in space
'Till it ages away.

By Kate O'