Old Love letter ….



Listen carefully to the raindrops falling. I can hear them, listen to them, they are a link between you and me.

I am laying on the floor with my window wide open, so that the rain and the wind can come in and wet my face and the wind is blowing in my hair.

Do not worry. I have a golden sorrow in my heart; I am broken into many pieces.

I can’t find them all. I am looking. I can’t find the pieces. I find other things while I am looking. I found you. Are you looking as well? Do you want to be lost? Do you want to suffer? Do you want to lay your head in my lap?

Will you let me hold you and say, nothing matters, because there’s us and that’s all?

All what people think and say and whisper to each other doesn’t matter.

They will die without reason and live without soul. We will be free.

I wish you a Merry Christmas and a happy new year.

Wait for the wind whispering truth about you and a labyrinth and a rainbow and a black sun and a bright star and your eyes.

Three thousand years since last, we met. We was then a breath of wind over a see.

Three thousand years since we met.

We were transparent and strong.

Three thousand years since the meeting.