Dear Marjorie,
Everyone is falling in love and I am falling in the world. Life hat gained an edge and it feels heavy. Foggy. Grudge. How can I feel happy for them when love will wear them down?
I am still waiting on your words of war. You promised me a word each day to form an army with. What would an army bring me, Marjorie, when there is no one left to fight for in the world? What will all your words build, when the earth refuse to gather more?
Marjorie, I think you don't have me anymore. You sent me on a path of love, but never showed me a way for love within. How do I love me when all I saw in love was presence? How does presence come from myself? I am somehow always here and never to touch. You see... I need not only a feeling, but a heartbeat. And sometimes... my own is not enough.
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The Marjorie Diaries
Non-FictionParts of life told to a stranger friend. Julie writes a letter to Marjorie every other day. She waits for letters with a warm answer, but doesn't get to enjoy them so much. When the letters do come, there is always good advice and friendly stats, so...
