To myself, to anyone who is reading this. To someone who is still holding on to the thinnest thread of hope in life. This is for you, for us.
To myself...you may be drawn to the idea and joys of having someone to support you through this dream of yours. But I know, your inner self wanted to do a bold move. A reckless one with no assurance towards success. You have a great withstanding pillar but you chose this. I've chosen this. And that is to create and finish a story in silence with no one standing on your back. You cannot be afraid of being alone because you are used to it. Instead, I feared not being able to finish your own craft. Don't be afraid to shed a tear over petty things but don't be a coward when no one recognizes nor acknowledges your voice.
For I will never be afraid to swim naked in silent crowds and deafening applause of failures. I will write as long as I live. Cheers to the future!
'Tis the damn upcoming pages
From, Maririella.
