Of old letters, clues and scattered poo’s
I found an old letter today. Funny how I had the urge to read it again when I’ve put the words there behind me.
Reading it didn’t cause old memories to stir inside my head — rather a realization that there is something wrong with the picture painted by hands that weren’t mine.
I found a clue, I just don’t know whether I hold it true.
Either it’s a hoax or the pigeons have indeed scattered their poo on the image.
I have my truth, they have their claims. Time will tell who will be the first to give in.
I have my patience. I can wait.
