Thursday, December 15, 2016

Letter nr. 17

My dearest hope,

Let me start by telling you I'm sorry.
I'm sorry it's been such a long time since you crossed my mind. With all this humdrum agitation going on around I've completely forgotten about you.
I'm sorry I thought I could live without you. It seems all my efforts are just teardrops in the ocean. I can't change how things work. It's been foolish of me to try to control my own fate. Let's be honest, who does that? It's already been written. Maybe by god, maybe by you, maybe by mister No One. It doesn't really matter. It's been written. It can't be altered. Really who am I to try? I can't even take my own decisions. How could I think I'm able to follow my own path?
I'm truly sorry I've been rejecting all your kind offers of compassion and love. I realize it now how much I covet those things, how much I need you, how much brighter my life would be with you.
I hope. There you go, I said it. I hope... I hope you can find a way to forgive me for my blissful ignorance. I hope you can close your eyes to my rebellious acts and we could be best friends as we were supposed to. I'm asking you to come back to me. Let me dwell in your arms, let your sweet whispers of vanity caress my ears. Take away this tremendous amount of reality, I don't really want it anymore, I don't need it anymore, hell, I don't care about it anymore. Let me dream instead. Dream of the ocean's faint breeze on my face, of its sand tickling my bare feet, dream of warmth and pleasure, of tender touches of fingertips, of a kiss worth dying for. Only you can make me smile again by filling my head with images of a perfect tomorrow. Only you can soothe my insatiable desires. I know, maybe I'm asking you too much, but let me never see the sun again, let me slumber in eternity with you.


                                                                                                                  yours 'til the end Akasha