Letter Unsent, Years Later...

"I know you say I haven't lost my IQ, that paper isn't always buoyant, and ink is highly soluble. I guess brain power is relative... These are probably journal thoughts, but my journal is overcrowded with politeness as if the person I really can't show my feelings to, is me. So, I'm dropping this anvil in an envelope and sending it your way. I'm at some sort of a point. (Turning or breaking, I'm not sure which). So... If you could... please produce yourself here this second... Come in a genie bottle or a puff of smoke... Squint your eyes in my direction and tell me a story... For I do so want something good to happen and if I space my breaths out just right, I'll have enough left in me to last until you arrive..."