Letter by a stranger #1 Girl who owns the world

 

She’s gorgeous, the way some girls are. Girls who walk into a room and own it without owning everyone’s gaze, who don’t look into a mirror because they don’t need to, who drive half the world crazy with their curls, who invoke the testimony of ‘Oh my God’ with their smile, who look as magnificent with no makeup as a blank canvas, alluring and entirely whole
Until
I walk in.
And I see and write and paint their faces with ink on my pages. Until I write letters to commemorate how entirely beautiful they are and always should be, not in how they look, but in how they are.
And I tell them, Girl, the world should be yours. So make it.letter-banner166669456.jpg

A letter for buried Dreams

Dear plan to travel the world,

I am afraid I might never accomplish you so I must let go of you because expectations lead to disappointments and I am disheartened enough never to dream again. You might have been the reason for me waking up, working and forcing myself to smile every day just for a distant dream that one day I will get to do what I want to do. But I must apologise even to myself for daring to see dreams that were quite unobtainable.  Continue reading

Letter to Misery #1

I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. I did not live it. All the mess I created, unleashing my chaotic mind upon the tangent of relations so carefully accepted, weaved, built upon by myself; the things and people I moved away from, distancing myself, leaving behind just scrapes of memories more unhappy than not, I wonder if someone ever did that to me what would I think of them? Continue reading

Letter to a stranger again #22 You’re yellow

Hey asshole motherfucker,

I loved him way before I learned to love myself and I don’t there will ever come a day when I don’t feel the same way.
He taught me how to look at myself, unafraid and what it means to truly care for someone you’ve never met. He showed me all the ways you can look at someone without changing your eyes or the person you look upon.
His scented jean jacket has a letter I sneaked into his pocket when he was searching for a place to sit and fuck it, I’ll just sit on this edge of the balcony with you. Kick back your shoes. I really like you hair all tied up.

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Letter to Nobody in Particular#1 – Redundant

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Everything is simple until we make it complicated and then we yell and cry because things aren’t going right when it is all in our heads. And I’m not saying that makes it less real just surreal moments in life should be enjoyed and not thought about or overthought about wondering if they will ever come again. That kind of thinking could make one go insane. I think perhaps I already am.   Continue reading