I have been hesitating whether to write this letter or not. Words unsaid is better than words said in a way, where there is no faults to retrieve or to apologize for. It is easier to be safe but within all this being safe does not keep you going forward. I write this letter with indifferent matter to being objective. In the case of you I could never be objective I only could be a part of the whole thing and that is a fact rather than opinion.
Allow me to share with you what I wrote in my previous letter, just a small part of it:
I’m not sure if I should write this letter to someone specific or not. I’m not even sure what to write about.
During the past weeks my heart experienced some new kind of reluctant emotions. It grew weaker than stronger, then weaker, then stronger. Much confused of its choice. Things are undecided and a coward soul comes in. I’m not making sense am I?
This is where I feel I repeat myself. I know that but how can I make sense when I’m afraid of all that is to come? How can I when all I allow myself to speak with is bunch of coded words?
Here is when I’m asking you to decode those words. It is all up to you.
I end that letter with:
Today I came across this riddle:
“I’m the part of the bird that’s not in the sky. I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry. What am I?’
Even though the answer is simply “A shadow” to me the answer and the question means more.
With my tranquil heart,