My Dear someone,
Have you been reading this now, I might completely lost myself. Wandering in the abyss of questions and regrets of this chaotic mind of mine. You see, I have tried to fly, but still the hands of loneliness embraced me before I can. I was so down, so weak while the demons lurk around me; celebrating for a feast. I asked why, why should it be me? Why can't they just let me be?. Fortunately, I've got a moon offering his light in my deaden bliss. But as the day goes by, it slowly fade; leaving me again in the corner of unending darkness.
I said it's okay, moons aren't meant to stay anyway. So I tried to lean on stars. Keeping every bit of them, saving every each of them in my sky. But then I became too attached, hoping for more; hoping for them to stay just beside me. I climbed the trees, the mountains, the cliffs, the towers, the buildings. Then I realized something. They are stars existing to share their light, but they are owned by a different galaxy, not mine.
I think I am going crazy, because I've been hearing voices through my head. I am lusting for blood and sharp objects; thinking if they would fit my skin right. Shuttering windows and screeching doors, it's echoing within the cube I abode, like they are asking me to let them in. They caressed my hair, like it's the most precious thing they've ever held. Right then, I opened my hands, letting go of everything I am holding unto.
I wrote this because of something I wish to happen. I have dead eyes and numb heart, the coldest and trustless of them all. Where can I reach the sun? Write me back and it would be such a great help. For I wish to be warm once again.
Yours truly,
She who smiles
