On Sleepless Roads The Sleepless Go.

I wrote a letter that I didn’t give today. I might give it tomorrow, but I am writing a different one now. Today was a normal school day, with nothing out of the ordinary happening. I didn’t go to the D.M.V. My dad wants to go another day. I went to work, as “The Machine” like usual. One of my coworkers said I had an old spirit trapped in a young body, and that it was a good thing. I guess that makes sense with why I get along with older people so well. Now, I am just sitting around.

Will my letter ever get delivered?