Please Write

I found it hanging on the weathered boards of an old barn that had at one point been converted into a home. My mom and I had pulled off the road to explore the abandoned structure. There were so many stories just waiting to be found around every corner I could barley contain myself. Remnants of a past that had once inhabited this place, the simple metal mail box said a lot to me that day. It's lid had been lost through the years, leaving it always ready, always waiting, for someone to write.