Letters

trešdiena, 2009. gada 16. decembris

Writing to You!

How do You start a letter, without knowing the person who You are writing to? Can You actually start by just saying "Hello"? Can it be more intimate or more friendly then just a cold "Hello", that people usually address to everyone? But I know, You are not everyone, so let me begin with saying...


My dearest stranger, my friend,
No longer can I hide my thoughts inside of me. My thought of You. I must confess I think of you too much, while not being sure that you actually exist. Although I think You could be real after all, because I feel it. So here I am, in the middle of the night, writing to You.
Foolish of me You may say? Well don't consider it this way, my friend, because i believe You are somewhere out there, we just haven't met. Or maybe we have? Who knows.
Today, waking up in early morning (four o'clock in the morning to be precise), I had something on my mind, that i could not understand and i needed to say something to someone, but there was no one next to me, so I tried to sleep again, but useless; the dreams of You that go away, they don't come back to me, but I believe that dreams are not for running away from reality, but a beautiful of trying to get closer to desirable.
So, Yes, I see the dreams of You my friend.
I think I know you, I think can hear you voice, saying my name...
It is so cold here, the snow slowly falling down on the ground, sometimes it turns into ice.
It's cold inside - inside of my heart, because it's winter. I truly dislike winter, because it brings us somehow to an end, and ending is never good. For me a spring, when I can dream and be awake at the same time, to feel the warm breath of a gentle wind that says "hello my friend", and then there is summer, when I fell the heat of my body, the urge to take all the heavy thought away, like people take there clothes off. Then the autumn comes, it's when I memorize of all the feelings that felt before, remembering; taking a deep breath and feeling free, just flying and then the winter comes, it comes so unexpectedly, although we wait for it to come, but still not wanting to feel the coldest breath of an Ice queen.
I feel so cold, because You are not here, with me. For some reason I understand why, but my desires remain the same - to be closer, to feel the heat of Your embrace. But it is okay, if You are not here, I know we meet someday ... someday, for sure. It can't be any other way.
So cold!
Now my eyes are slowly closing, but I must say to You, before I fall asleep.
I'll see you in my dreams my perfect stranger. You are a stranger, but perfect one in every single way, perfect to me.
I wish You a good night. I hope You dream of me and then I write to you another letter... soon!

Yours, truly...
N.




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