Everybody thinks the aim of life is to be right all the time. Just like you. But they never notice the beauty in the grays of a mistake made. They have never stood in the rain. They live a lie, losing all the possibilities of being able to seek that infinite light that endows the soul with peace, like the yin and the yang coming together at war. Why are you so afraid to emancipate? To love, to let go and be free of everything was all you ever wanted. How come everything else apart form the one thing that you always wanted matter more than they should now?
The thoughts we shared pierce through my brain like the needles, used to leave a tattoo on the skin. The warmth of the blanket reminds me of how you held my hand and pulled me away from the impending death of my hopes and dreams. But isn't it ironic how you were the one that pushed me away too? letting everything crash to the ground and shatter into a million pieces?
Staring out of the open window into the cloudy skies, so limitless and free, with the one manuscript that I couldn't burn, clenched in the fist of my right hand, my foundering eyes give out a secret.
I agree, we weren't right most of the time. Not even close. But we made such beautiful mistakes. We learnt so much from them. Even though it's almost impossible for the both of us to exist together now, I want you to know that I believe in you. You're a far better person than any of what you portray. But, waiting for you is like waiting for another glass of wine, useless and disappointing.
My fist loosens letting the cool air take control of my well of emotions. My eyes shut to the darkness and that note, though in tatters, floats away in the wind.
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