Faded Away

Letter: 60

Are you out of your mind?

What were you thinking?

Were you even thinking anything?

You have no idea what that man was thinking.

No idea, how serious trouble you would have fallen into.

I know I asked you to find out about the coin. But I never asked you to almost risk your life.

Yes, it was me who punched the guy.

I don't know how I did it, but I started to feel uneasy the moment he touched the coin.

There were all of these nasty thoughts inside his head. For a moment I could actually read his mind.

And believe me, you wouldn't want to hear about it.

Then he got hold of your hand.

For some reason, I couldn't stand the idea of him touching you.

I sensed your fear and that's when I knew that I had to do something.

So I punched him straight in the face.

Call me savage, but it felt so good when my fist contacted with his face.

I don't know if its a good sign, or bad, but I am starting to get back some senses.

Not always but sometimes.

I cannot see anything. But sometimes I can smell or hear things.

Like in the morning I could smell your perfume. It was a wonderful smell. So fresh, misty and watery.

Then later, I could hear you sing a tune which felt so familiar.

You don't realize it, but you have a beautiful voice. Soft and light, like feather, but yet it has a spark which makes it stand out.

Don't ever hide your talents. Use them and let everyone know.

Believe me, it is really painful when no one notices you.

I still cannot understand how did I manage to punch that man. But, I hope that it is a start of some sort of change.