Free-writing letter to myself.
"Dear Alex,
This is your thought, you created me, with a purpose, you started making me smile and then made me sad. You made me wear a tie, red, you don’t even like the colour red… and a red pocket… they’re a bit red-ish ping though… you I meant to say me but meh, I really like music, it relieves me from everything but lately I got tired of the old songs on your iTunes playlist, try concentrating more, GOD!… you did draw the red pocket on the side where your heart is so you might feel sentimental, heart-sick?… You wanna love someone or really care about someone, do you? You’re sad, prolly really sad… keep music…” 
continued in the next post.

Free-writing letter to myself.

"Dear Alex,

This is your thought, you created me, with a purpose, you started making me smile and then made me sad. You made me wear a tie, red, you don’t even like the colour red… and a red pocket… they’re a bit red-ish ping though… you I meant to say me but meh, I really like music, it relieves me from everything but lately I got tired of the old songs on your iTunes playlist, try concentrating more, GOD!… you did draw the red pocket on the side where your heart is so you might feel sentimental, heart-sick?… You wanna love someone or really care about someone, do you? You’re sad, prolly really sad… keep music…” 

continued in the next post.