Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet

you know how I am jealous of bunch of people lately? how I wish I could be in their places, talk to those beautiful-minded celebrities, but that's just lame, that's just a fan talking. now I'm going to write a letter for someone that I wish, with all my heart and my mind, I could meet. this is a letter, for someone out there that I don't know, for someone that's away from me, or maybe taken away from me, and, for such, a person I could meet.

Dear you,
I know I would sound totally weird and undeniably mental, but hear this... I want to know who you are. I want to know the person that has been taken away from me. I want to know you. I want to meet you. An explanation about you would be better than meeting you in person, but I want to know you better. I want to know who you are. A person that I sometimes ache in my heart that I don't even know who it is. That I don't even know why. A person that I wish I could talk to right now so that you won't leave me high and dry. Leave me here with everything but an explanation and memories. I'm a wreck, I know, that's what I am. But that doesn't mean you could just went away.

I know I sound impossible, but how could I not? My heart is more impossible, more impossible than a square root of a negative number, because it aches for something that doesn't exist, or rather something that my brain doesn't recognize, something unfamiliar in my brain's records of people/emotions/memories. You're something that ache in my heart, someone that screams in the dark when I feel somekind of loss, when I see something that felt like a left-over, when I see people who can't have something they want, something they need. You're a person that I couldn't see clearly, though your vague of soul still linger somewhere, somewhere that can make me aches, somewhere in my soul that has a hole. You overwhelmed me by emotionally, physically, and within memories, missing. But I couldn't explain how your presence still linger here, like the faintest touch of air in the middle of vacuum of nothingness. I couldn't explain myself. My heart couldn't explain to my brain how you, someone that I barely know, someone that still has the power to confuse me and make my heart ache. I don't know your identity, but I know this: you left me when I don't even want to, I let you go unwillingly. Who are you?


[harryclark]