"Those letter shaped tinted windows" by Harold Salcido

You there! Don’t let anyone from the grapevine crew know I’m here! I’m stuck in here and I was wondering if you could help me escape. You see, on thanksgiving last year I started writing a story. I was simply sad, I felt disconnected and misunderstood, but when I looked closely at the letters I could see something on the other side, not just black colored letters. In fact, I can see you right now, just barely through these letters, it’s like looking at your freedom from sideways jail bars, if you look hard enough, you can see me on the other side too. The more words I write the better I see your world, every scratch, every mark made by letters, commas or question marks, allows me to see a glimpse of your version of this world. It even allows you a speck of the world I call my own. The way this writing is structured is harder to read, but it allows me to have a good look around this cage of a world, just like mine. Say, could you carry me around and show me the Taj Mahal? Or do me a favor and write a story, any story with small letters, no spacing or paragraph breaks? Maybe I’ll be able to go through and escape from here, you’ll be able to let me in, and I’ll finally be able to understand more than myself. You could even cross my side for all I care. I just want to be on that other side, able to be let in, and in turn, you could escape and finally be let out.