Letters to Whomever

[BehindBlueEyes]

This is from a book I am writing. Every chapter will be a new letter. Please let me know what you all think.

[BehindBlueEyes]

Letter 1



For Whomever this is written…and you know who you are…

A broken, withered rose still lies for you. It remains pressed deep inside my crumbling pages of hope.

Though yesterday has ceased to be, there will always be today. Yet sometimes I have to stop and wonder if all there is to life is today. For no matter how far we have gone, however many mountains we have climbed…Through all of the senseless, ruthless, and shameful tasks we have endured, we always seem to end up back where we started from…Back to a place from an offspring of time which never disappears. A place where one can be filled with hope, love, fear, and dismay. There’s always tomorrow, always yesterday, but never farther then today.

So I have to wonder if anyone has ever made it past today. This I doubt! For if they say they have, then they are truly mislead. And as they continuously procrastinate against my better judgment, I will promote a smirk just knowing that we are all just standing here together…today. For this I believe…I believe that if and when we find tomorrow, then we have gone too far.

In the light of this babble, I could only hope you would understand how I would so desperately love to reunite with you today.

Yet still, my dearest Whomever, I cannot figure out what went wrong.

I often find myself in the midst of a never ending ponder on the thought of that blessed “maybe” of one day…one moment…one second of again.

Oh, to feel your warmth once again…to know the tender sweetness of your caress against my tired and worn down soul. Or even just to have the taste of your purity, which has possessed your whole being. A purity that has a way of enlightening the perfections of angelical passions.

What was it that caused this curse to be placed upon me? Who was it that was really in the wrong? Whose heart was broken first and whose was broken the worst?

These questions are just a few that taunt me so that I am restlessly awake at night. But when I do snooze, I find myself dreaming of you.

Why do you still haunt me? Even though it’s been but a long time ago, yet such a short period in life, I still cannot figure out what it is that keeps your everlasting presence alive in the deepest parts of my mortal being. Such a hurting pain I must endure on a constant existence. And it is no one else but you to which the blame is due.

Ah, so many regrets have I faced since we last met. Such a life full of heartache, misery, and pain. So much emptiness has ruled over me. I have been deceiving myself so much that I almost proved to my wretched life a happiness which never existed without you.

I still love to sit outside alone on any given night and drift into the shiny stars above. Just doing nothing more then dreaming and wishing on life. And sometimes, if I listen closely, I swear the stars are still talking back to me just like they used to do when I knew you.

Do you remember those beautiful moonlit nights we used to share just meditating and dreaming of a more uplifting life? I sure do! What a pleasantly moving feeling we used to feel as we drifted off to nowhere. And nowhere always greeted our love with warm embrace.

You used to present comfort and ease to all of life’s problems. Good or bad, you never seemed to obtain a fear of life’s forsaken pain. Your karma brought about a positive flow of spiritual acceptance.

But oh, how cruel life can be…especially the day when you disappeared from my life. I cannot remember the day you left, but I knew you were gone.

I know you are still around and just waiting to be rediscovered. Waiting for me to find you and bow to your glorious reentrance.

But in all honesty, I am at a loss of how to go about this task. Maybe you can help me somehow…just maybe.