Open Letters
To Readers,
Reach into me and pluck out the flower keeping me alive; you thrive on creating paint from the colours of my mental illness. Every brushstroke adds onto the bruises of my heart. Every dip is like a blade on my consciousness, I writhe in pain holding the tattered remains of myself together while you display the mess of your art created from my reality.
Is my depression enough? Or must you try to define it in broken words as well?
From Moonchild
Dear Hedwig!
Everything was going fine until that particular night. Our routines were same like they were from past six years. We used to have our late night chit chats. Usually I was the one to speak and you were always the one at hearing end. You’ve always proved that you were my best friend, for I could always rely upon you at any time of the day. Be it midnight or breaking of dawn. And sometimes when you could not be there to listen to all of my craziness I would sit down and talk to your empty cage. Sometimes I even doubted that you hardly listen to my chattering voice but time to time you used to hoot acknowledge your presence and assuring me that you are listening.
People say that elixir of life does not exist anymore, but frankly speaking you were my elixir for you’ve shown me the light even in the darkest hour.
Deep down we both knew that this had to happen. We had to part our ways, but neither of us realized that it would be too soon.
Deep down we both knew that this had to happen. We had to part our ways, but neither of us realized that it would be too soon and without any farewell. I never realized that I would not even get time to say goodbye. Consider this as your farewell message.
I wish I could have said these words directly, but nature never really gives us time and sometimes things are left unsaid. I know someday, sometime or might be now you are reading it from somewhere, for I want you to know, no matter how much time changes you’ll always be my best pal for sometimes change is never really as good as it seems.!
Regards,
Your best pal,
Harry!
To,
Life
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This is to travelling. I used to travel every year somewhere to keep myself connected and close to nature. Travelling has always been a prayer for me. When i am close to nature and its rawness, i feel more connected to God. But lately ever since I've started my new life with my partner i feel disconnected from such experiences. It's been 2 years at home and the walls are suffocating me.
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I do have plans by the end of September to explore places I've never been to. But i don't feel as excited as i was used to be. May be because I've been imagining to travel so much and got bit disappointed when we couldn't because of COVID 19.
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Fingers crossed. I hope this trip is worth it.
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What made you guys disappointed in this COVID-19?
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From
Sundas