A letter

Dear Jen,

Haven't seen you quite a while. Soon it's gonna be a year since you decided you can't put up with all those fuckers anymore. I have gone through heaven and hell, all the way up and down, above and beyond and even further, since then.

Waves of regret, waves of joy.

Through that time I have battled with fate. I had this dream, of which I have talked to the Universe. I saw myself in that giant room, filled with destinies of souls. I saw images of times and spaces,neatly shelved in a round space. All those emotions and information flowing freely,between people, who had known each other,or were meant to be at some point.

And in that room, I was to rearrange the past. I would put my life to begin in a location close to you. I'd be there, whenever you'd need me. I'd be there if you felt there's no one, to help you carry the burden. I'd just be there.

I wanted to meet you, when you where still young. When I could still save your soul and your being.

I know you well. How you said that there is no love. Only all those women that went through your life, some of which you don't even remember by name. How you live the moment and you don't expect that to long.

And the Universe listened.

I could almost taste you in her words. In her careless confession, in the first sign if worrying, driven by instinct. And in those eyes I saw it. And in that moaning about the boredom of programming, I heard it.

Perhaps it's just another illusion to keep me holding on a little longer.

But I like to think otherwise. I like to think, that it's my chance, to save what's left of the dream.

I think I have a chance to save you somehow. You might say it's egotistic, since I want to redeem my conscience by telling myself, that there are parallels, when in fact there are none.

But you trusted in my perception.

And I shall continue to watch over you.


To earn one's trust is to trust yourself more.I don't trust myself anymore.

A challenge I welcome with my arms open. Is it only the challenge?

Time will tell.

your baby doll

Alex

Percepcja szykuje się do tryumfalnego powrotu

Zjawisko odziane w róż, w blond włosach i z żółtą torbą zmierzające dzielnie do instytutu fizyki - xDD legalna blondynka

Wąż Ogrodowy firmy Eden xD

Nie wymachujcie! - do ojca rozpalającego grill

O facecie układającym kocyki w bagażniku samochodu - pewnie będzie wiózł teściową


mania, nie chce mi się spać, dobry humor, raz kiedyś xDDD mwahahahahahaha

musiałam zapisać

Ant i Vee, Vee i Ant, coś mi mówi, że może w końcu to napiszę xDDD :D: :d:d:D:D|:DD:d:d:D:D :D