July 6th 2015
Dear one,
There is not time, I feel tired not just my body but my soul, is deep etched into my soul. I can’t stop the clock from ticking, I just sit doing the same fighting and kicking against the usual suspects at work. I feel empty, please be patience with me.
I’m so far away from you, I drive the same roads over and over again, seeing this city, feeling it more foreign to me every single day. I used to like it, you know?, now its just tolerance for it.
You told me once to write to you, that you will understand; I do hope so. It’s just that I’m mad at me, my nights are dark, full of crying and despair, sleep will not come; my mind will not stop.
I wish the others will understand, but we are so wide apart from understanding that if I ever say something they toss it aside, nothing like that is important about me.
My dreams is all I have, and now sleepless night comes, and take away the only things I have for me: my dreams.
For now I only want to sleep, and if today I’m lucky I will dream about you.
With Love
Letters to the Unknown