An unwritten letter
Life is a joke. Once you've fulfilled your desire, there is nothing leftover. Thus I begin to fool around, indulge the soul into endless parties and celebrations, till I finally become tired, till I begin to hate myself, till my heart becomes insensitive, till the moment I see your message¡
Outside the window, didn't know exactly when it began to snow. Suddenly my feet felt cold ¨C I was glad that I still could feel something ¨C then I thought about you and your message. It's funny that for so many years I tried to change myself, to become a different person and experience different kinds of life to hopefully write something different, yet I failed ¨C in the deep bottom, I m still who I used to be. And I can never become a poet like you, never able to freely write phrases the way you write. I couldn't find the magic in my words, couldn't find the power as your language did to sooth the pain and raise the hope of inner peace.
Hopefully it is still not too late to realize all of these. After almost 8 years of life I still hope that you can forgive me for what I've mistakenly done when I was too young to comprehend. I don't beg for your forgiving, if what I've done have hurt you. Just want to say that, doesn't matter if we will be friends or enemies for the rest of the time, I m so glad that I met a poet in this life.
I heard from M that you are going to Germany next month. Don't really know the exact flight date¡but I am happy for you to have a new exiting life all starting over again, if there were things that disappointed you in the old one. I will pray for you on this side of the ocean ¨C this time, it is the Atlantic ¨C a happy new year.
ELZA
Winter 2004
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p.s this site is my dedication. If i ever can, i will stop right here....
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