the prey in the winter

seventh second sign

i have always been a fan of writing letters to people on occasions that are close to their hearts. and i think that as humans we are inherently dishonest with our vulnerabilities. we tend to ignore the feelings that make us all the more humans because we're never taught to make peace with the feelings that sadden us. we're taught to suppress them. 

for someone who feels everything deeply, deeper than an ocean; i have always been hyper aware of my emotions and the things that make me the saddest. but unfortunately, i was never taught to make peace with these emotions and like many others, i suppressed them. i hid my raw emotions from people because i was scared that they will hate me. 

here is a collection of letters to the people, the parts of my entire being, to every thing that made me human. it's a letter to you from me because you made me human.

for reference, i'll not be naming anyone. however i will use distinct languages/ words/phrases to refer to them. 

happy reading.