I cannot recall when I wrote to you last. Perhaps I never began. Perhaps, I have never stopped. Time, as of late has been fleeting yet at the same time unmoving. I feel the days pass, one after another in a quick succession; I cannot seem to comprehend the changes they bring for I am stuck in this rut that is all too self-consuming. It seems ages have passed, new millenniums have taken birth and I stand still at the brink of a new age – unchanging, unmoving, unyielding.
How times have changed! Today, as I sit in the comfort of my office, behind a mechanical device typing these word, I wish it were not these keys under my fingertips but a feather dipped in blood coloured ink painting away letters – letters that would convey my feelings hidden in the soft curves of the feather’s strokes. How I wish it were not these large incandescent lights brightening my nights, but the dim light of a candle providing me warmth under which I would willingly disclose my deepest secrets unto you. How I wish, the only longing I felt, was for the arrival of the postman bringing me news from you.
Instead, I have become used to this unnatural longing that I know not how to make sense of. I continue to stare at these countless lifeless devices I own, to spring alive with noise and light, for them to shine bright with notice and joy, for a sign of life. Oh how I wish things were different… Alas, times have changed and with these changed times so must we. Hence, I continue to type away feelings in hopes that they find their way to you through this jungle we have come to know as the World Wide Web.
Can you please remind me what it feels like to be moving again? Can you please remind me what it feels like to truly be with these times?
I will earnestly await your response.
As always With Love,
Author’s Note: Thoughts and views are most welcome! 🙂