Dear Anonymous,
I cannot fathom as to what you're going through. I have no right to judge you or find similarities between your sorrows and mine to gain self assurance of some sort. This letter is just for your wandering eyes in search of distraction or temporary solace. Remember the moment when your heart felt the lightest. Remember the colors that brought you joy at some point. Remember even the greys that stirred you and created havoc. Remember the breathless stomach aches because you laughed too much at something you now consider silly. Remember the entwined fingers that sent crackers bursting in your mind. Remember the time your throat hurt to scream but all you could do was bite your hand. Remember the small caresses that sent tingles down your spine. Remember the solace you found sitting all by yourself at a table and sipping your coffee. Remember the time when the noises inside your head were louder than the street noise. Remember this moment which is now filled with numerous memories and the different facets of yourself. You have experienced and survived all of this. There will come a day when you look back and remember this moment while reading another letter or maybe you will not. All I know is you would have gotten through this moment of struggle. Until then, take a deep breath and count on the distractions for temporary solace.
I cannot fathom as to what you're going through. I have no right to judge you or find similarities between your sorrows and mine to gain self assurance of some sort. This letter is just for your wandering eyes in search of distraction or temporary solace. Remember the moment when your heart felt the lightest. Remember the colors that brought you joy at some point. Remember even the greys that stirred you and created havoc. Remember the breathless stomach aches because you laughed too much at something you now consider silly. Remember the entwined fingers that sent crackers bursting in your mind. Remember the time your throat hurt to scream but all you could do was bite your hand. Remember the small caresses that sent tingles down your spine. Remember the solace you found sitting all by yourself at a table and sipping your coffee. Remember the time when the noises inside your head were louder than the street noise. Remember this moment which is now filled with numerous memories and the different facets of yourself. You have experienced and survived all of this. There will come a day when you look back and remember this moment while reading another letter or maybe you will not. All I know is you would have gotten through this moment of struggle. Until then, take a deep breath and count on the distractions for temporary solace.
*in tears*
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