A letter from Sep 02, 2022

Dear FutureMe, This letter is not one of sadness, depression or a negative emotion; this letter is not that of a neutral emotion; This letter, to whoever, if even anyone, finds it, is that of the candlelight aforementioned, a letter of hope and an anchor for myself if I ever get lost, a failsafe. This letter is that of fulfilment, of gratitude This letter is the letter of imagination and a journey of the mind to see the roe dancing in the green meadow while the universe sends its waves to snuff the light of a thousand suns with their strings, but they, childlike as they are, take the game as a ballerina and swift away from them. I am lost but its only for a little while; a treat for all these monsters, they cant find you for the moment. You lose things and then you find them, been a while, it is only a ghost of the past, a corpse like a puppet coming back to life with words like strings attached to its limbs and carrying out a message from a boy in a mans costume sending his best regards as only a childs heart can. Its cold appendages and rotten mouth creating a rarely seen fire in that bone cage of flesh and lungs. The losing of oneself and the finding again; only to find yourself not needed or wanting for that entity to manifest itself once in a while; is it numbness or fulfilment that has groped the candlelight in you and nurtured it to become as a thousand burning suns making light in a universe for those who are lost, giving heat and a hug suited for their cold heartly wants. That same light was once weak and frail, a gust of warm breath sways it and even scares it away; now the whole universe folds in on itself to gush the thousand suns out, only to find them gracefully dancing around its strings like a ballet dancer, swiftly and firmly; elegantly like a roe blissfully gracing the sky on a lush green meadow. It is a sight that the eyes did not know they wanted and the soul did not know it needed, a sight that soothes the eyes and succumbs the soul to something it rarely feels. Indeed time consumes us, hope you are well, every day is the same but when you look back everything is different and you are left to wonder... Reminded now, I was, by all the memories that were forgotten, good memories, great deeds of acts and moments that have defined the definition of you. I wonder how many of these are lost forever in the great ocean of your mind, doomed to roam its depths to once, maybe, surface to the light and be, at least once more, remembered and smiled upon... But hope saves more lives than salvation ever will. The problem of making every day of yours great, memorable is that some memories are left to be forgotten. The unfortunate curse of our is to forget, even the things that at the moment we promised we will cherish and nurture... If this reaches anybody and you, for whatever reason are sad or just want to talk, find me on instagram and we can have a nice chat, your candlelight, @zanshiyy