Letter to a distant Friend

 Dear one,

I turn to writing my feelings in the hope of finding in my words the reason for my anguish, pressing myself to discover the answers as I sincerely express my current conditions.

I continue living this life, waking and sleeping under the sun that burns and illuminates. I feel a certain heaviness in the emotional waves that carry the boat of my being, of my existential and functional condition. From my physical body to my astral aura.

I perceive the circumstances that bind me and make me return to old feelings. I bring my tears forward and coldly imprison myself in the cell of the nebulous castle I built for myself.

I feel a certain longing for something I don't remember living, for someone I don't remember seeing and whom I presume to be the companion of something like a friend. I believe I am talking about myself, about that inner void that darkens at the end of the day and warms when it comes close to true Love.

I am fated to walk this path, reflecting on the imperfections I observe outside and also see within myself. From vanity, gluttony, and violence, to every intentional mistake or those born from humanity's ignorance. Are we bound to each other while believing we are separated from everyone?

Do not judge me a fool for attributing all the weight I carry to myself, for I walk between two opposing worlds and both sides challenge me to keep my pace, but only one knows the reason for my fatigue… And only one speaks to me, advising me to keep my balance.

I am on Earth, my dear friend, and I walk with the feet that were given to me, and I exist with the body I have deserved. If I look to the side and see myself fatigued, perhaps it is due to the absence and constancy of good deeds that make me doubt what I see, but not the ill feeling of keeping myself isolated.

I tell you what I feel and write what I also speak. We are distant, but in the silence, I feel you by my side. And the dry tears that run down my face fall straight to the arid and rocky ground of an old soul with a boy’s face

I am slowly leaving this city, and as I experience the sharing of discreet affection, a tight embrace, and feel the bonds of a passion that only burns on one side, I return alone, but not forsaken. And to you, my invisible friend who sees me from the other side, I continue on this side, always learning and being grateful.