Dear Tris,
It has been long since I fought you. Dear friend- I miss you. The days pass easily enough. I have kept myself busy all these days. But I'm weary, my friend. Weary- Weary at every bone and every muscle within me, including my shrunken heart. I've no peace- none at all. I slog the daylight hours. At night, sleep refuses to come to my dejected self till the clock turns quite a few times. It doesn't come until I drop down due to sheer exhaustion. As for an embrace of tender, motherly, soulful sleep- I've not known that since we went off walking different ways. I see the world all blurred, behind red sunken eyes. The ring of your laughter, the music of your soul, the agony within your own little heart, the braided brown hair, the lovely little sparkly black eyes, so full of life- it's impossible to forget- indelible footprints on the sands of time, that refuse to be blown over by any wind at all. It was so hard to break up. It still is. The wounds are forever green. Our happiest memories salt them- tormenting my soul. The best of times turn the worst of times- I despair. But still, even now, after all this time, sometimes, in the blackest of pain, in the darkest of night, some little remembrance of your innocent smile shares its happiness and I smile too. Some memories burn me- charring all of the canvas in my mind jet-black, but many other moments spent together are like specks of gold on that frame- like little stars shining bright on a raven-black night. It is beautiful as much as it is painful. And that is all I have of you. These memories. And in this vale of despair, in this cold night, these are my only reprieve. But this starry night has lasted too long and I'm all cold. The stars are beautiful but they have no warmth. I want the sun to rise again. I want to see you again. I forgive you and seek your forgiveness as well. I extend my hand to you and with it my soul. I do it with all the warmth left within my heart- it is little, but that is all that I have. Would you embrace it and lighten my skies? Will you turn the shimmering starlights to daylight. We have been away too long. Leave aside the previous bitterness or the causes of it. Leave aside repair and restoration of it. Leave aside everything. I ask you to unthinkingly, regadless of all consequences, against all logic, impractically, irrationally to just hold my hand and come. I say it- "Come with me. Now. Right now. Leave all behind!" Step into my boat- our boat. We will sing and sail into a new sunrise, stream into a sea of songs and let storms sway it hard, we'll surge and conquer the unknown, hand in hand, TOGETHER AGAIN. But then, will you come?
Your friend,
Shin
It has been long since I fought you. Dear friend- I miss you. The days pass easily enough. I have kept myself busy all these days. But I'm weary, my friend. Weary- Weary at every bone and every muscle within me, including my shrunken heart. I've no peace- none at all. I slog the daylight hours. At night, sleep refuses to come to my dejected self till the clock turns quite a few times. It doesn't come until I drop down due to sheer exhaustion. As for an embrace of tender, motherly, soulful sleep- I've not known that since we went off walking different ways. I see the world all blurred, behind red sunken eyes. The ring of your laughter, the music of your soul, the agony within your own little heart, the braided brown hair, the lovely little sparkly black eyes, so full of life- it's impossible to forget- indelible footprints on the sands of time, that refuse to be blown over by any wind at all. It was so hard to break up. It still is. The wounds are forever green. Our happiest memories salt them- tormenting my soul. The best of times turn the worst of times- I despair. But still, even now, after all this time, sometimes, in the blackest of pain, in the darkest of night, some little remembrance of your innocent smile shares its happiness and I smile too. Some memories burn me- charring all of the canvas in my mind jet-black, but many other moments spent together are like specks of gold on that frame- like little stars shining bright on a raven-black night. It is beautiful as much as it is painful. And that is all I have of you. These memories. And in this vale of despair, in this cold night, these are my only reprieve. But this starry night has lasted too long and I'm all cold. The stars are beautiful but they have no warmth. I want the sun to rise again. I want to see you again. I forgive you and seek your forgiveness as well. I extend my hand to you and with it my soul. I do it with all the warmth left within my heart- it is little, but that is all that I have. Would you embrace it and lighten my skies? Will you turn the shimmering starlights to daylight. We have been away too long. Leave aside the previous bitterness or the causes of it. Leave aside repair and restoration of it. Leave aside everything. I ask you to unthinkingly, regadless of all consequences, against all logic, impractically, irrationally to just hold my hand and come. I say it- "Come with me. Now. Right now. Leave all behind!" Step into my boat- our boat. We will sing and sail into a new sunrise, stream into a sea of songs and let storms sway it hard, we'll surge and conquer the unknown, hand in hand, TOGETHER AGAIN. But then, will you come?
Your friend,
Shin
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