He Calls Me Harmony

Chapter eleven: Close Your Eye's

The mystery of the world isn't what is it's who is. That's how one can find out many things. If you look at life with an peripheral stand point you might miss too much. But if you look at it with a hawk's eye you might see and understand.

Upon reading that letter I received many more over three month period.  It came addressed to me from the same man Mark Wilbur. My failed attempts to find this man has sent me adrift from my everyday life. Finding who this estranged person is has become more so an obsession than a quest. My roommate has made many complaints on my late night research on who could have sent the letters. Yet the identity is like invisible ink; it's there, you just can't see it. And it's very much so killing me. But one thing that I haven't strayed from is Michael. No matter what's going on, he isn't too far from my mind. I would like to think that he does the same as well. I try to move along with my life i mean if he really wanted to make thing's work he would have reached out by now. Right? My mind has been fizzled with doubts. I have no one really to confide in. Who would listen to me ramble on and on about lost love and converted dreams? Who would hold me when the pain is too much to bare? Who would tell me to keep in mind that if you love something that you have to let it go and that if it comes back it was meant to be? The more i ponder on it the more i loose a grip of reality. The more i fall into self depression. I need to elucidate my mind. I do so by refocusing on the mystery Mark Wilbur. I find it interesting that this man sends me such beautiful poetic letters but remains so anonymous to me. Over the past consecutive months i've been rallied with a plethora of things. I've been thinking about my future. I've been thinking about my past. I've had time to take consideration that the say 'life goes on with or without you' has been nothing but truth in my life. because life surely has gone without me. 

 Today i'm going to the post-office again to see if they can help me find out who this Mark Wilbur is and where he is sending these letters from. It may seem stupid. When i think about it my situation is like one out of a movie. I might end up finding some maniac cereal-killer. I just want to find some truth. Sadly the only means of transportation i live on is a electric scooter i got for my nineteenth birthday that was just about two months ago. So making my way downtown to the post-office takes me quite awhile. Hopefully this trip will be worth it. It takes me about a  good thirty minutes to finally arrive. Upon arrival, i almost hit a man passing by. I quickly get off and walked over to the man who is standing holding his chest.  oh please tell me he's ok please, I slowly inch towards him. "Are y-you o-ok?", That was a dumb question!, He looks at me then the scooter. He then nods. "Are you sure sir i-i uh i Can take you to emergency room?", He politely holds his hand up indicating for me to stop talking. I quickly abide. "I'm ok ma'am really i am you just gave me quite the scare right then", He chuckled out. I give him a small smile. "I'm sorry i really am", He nods. A rain of awkward  silence showered over us. "Well miss....", "Joya, My name is Joya", i said finishing his sentence. He smiled wider. His smile was so beautiful. The way his jawline nestled into his facial frame was magnificent. It reminded me of Michael for some reason. I must have been staring at him like an idiot because he kept smiling awkwardly. "Oh sorry what were you saying?", "Oh nothing just that your name beautiful and fits you as well, i'm Malcolm", He said extending his hand out to me. I nervously shake it. The slight momentary contact made me jump a little. I can't explain what it was. Good? bad? i don't even know. "It was nice meeting you Joya", "Same to you Malcolm", He gave me one last smile before turning away. I sighed. After standing there a few minutes more i finally refreshed my mind of it's original task. Finding Mark Wilbur.

 I walked in the post-office and went to the first desk i saw. There sat a pale lady with gray hair looked about in her late sixties. I gave her my sweetest smile as she looked up at me. "Hello i'm grace. How may i help you?", I took out the envelope i had folded in my pocket. "Well i have been getting these letters from someone by the name of Mark Wilbur", She nods letting me go on. "The problem is i don't know a Mark Wilbur and i would like to find out who and where this person is", She nods patting at her blouse. "Well i don't think we can disclose that kind of information to you ma'am", I look at her in disbelief. "Really? So this person knows my address and stuff and can send me these letters but i can't know who they are and what they want?", She sighs. "Ms....Sandra, Please help me find who this is please?", I look at her with pleading eye's. She takes the letter. "I'll see what i can do, Wait here". I nod and watch her walk off. I hope i get the answers i'm looking for. She returns a few minutes later with a smile on her face. "Well sweety i have some good news and bad news", I nod. "Bad news, I have a list of Mark Wilbur's in the California Area, Good news I lowered it down to five that could be your mark", My eyes Widened. This could be the answer. "God thank you thank you thank you!", I gave her a hug and quickly ran out. I wanted to waste no time finding who this man is.

 Once i got home i quickly set to work to find who the mystery man was. So far luck has yet to find me. But i refuse to gibe up. I'm determined to find this man. I only took a break to re-read his last letter to me.

*Close your eye's and meet me in your dreams

I still see your beautiful face there. I still hear your warm laughter,

I still feel your grace. Close your eye's and meet me in our secret place.

Close your eye's and imagine us together,Close your eye's and we'll never part.

Close your eye's and open your heart.*

I cried re-reading it. Because it reminds me of Gary. The one place i felt at home. I'm on my last Mark Wilbur. Hopefully he's the one. Hopefully.....

To Be Continued.....