Rave on, I say, "Rave on"

Tonight I scribbled a letter on the back of an Old Testament worksheet. I then transcribed it to a lined piece of paper. After that, a card. It's sitting nicely on my desk, nestled against a three-hole punch and a case of Suede & Nubuck. I doubt I'll gather up enough courage to send it. Though things would be much easier if I did. I doubt I'll ever write another one. Though things would be much easier if I did. So instead I'll sit here listening to M. Ward with sleepy eyes and a cramp in my hand.