Frozen Words

I sometimes wonder how many poems, stories will be there that never got an end? That never were given attention and were just abandoned? What happened to them? Are they still somewhere waiting to be looked at? Are they still in some corner of a house collecting dust? Can you imagine how many masterpieces, legendary lines, golden pages would be there just waiting to be found by someone? How many love stories, tragedies would be there willing to be shared but no one to bring them out in the world? I feel sad for all the letters that were never sent to the right address, for the half-written pages that just sat there on the table, words of which consumed in spilt ink and stained tears. I feel sad for the ones who never received their letters, who never got to know about the love that was dying slowly yet was living and breathing for one reason, the love that was yet to begin, that was hoping to begin. Do you want to know how I feel about you? That is how. If you read all the unsent lett