Unsent.

(Prologue) My dear unknown recipient.

My Dear,
It's a beautiful day outside,
But I don't feel like enjoying it...

The sun is rising right now.
The sky isn't blue yet but a million of different colours are mixing together molding a stunning masterpiece up there, made of sensations and hopes that everyone's day is going to be just as spectacular.

Just a few cotton clouds are painting undefined images on it. Pink, yellow, some of them are already white. Look what an amazing image the sun is offering us.

It's a wish of happiness. It's a wish of faith. But nevertheless, my lips fail to bend into a smile.

These days I feel lifeless,
Like nothing's going right.
But hey... I just keep saying that I'll make it.

I miss when I was able to smile for a sweet nothing. When every little thing would warm the cockles of my heart.

So harsh...
I lost everything. I've got nobody I can rely on. And it's not even true...

I've done too many things I wish I hadn't done. I wish I could go back, but I'm trapped here, imprisoned by my own self.

I own no peace. And I'm not able to find it.
Or maybe I am, but it isn't something I'm able to control.

I could do so much more. I know. But I'm truly afraid I will need your help.
And I sincerely hope, someday, you'll come back to me and decide to walk me out of this pitiful fate of mine.

If you only knew.
How much I care.
How much I grieve.
How much I wish
I could go back.

But hey, there's no time machine...
I guess I'll get used to it.