Featured Challenge #19 -Love Letters – Text #4

A Yearning for Fleeting Lunacy

by B.

How many times have you met the gaze of someone you felt could be perfect, but would not dare to speak, because – well – you knew nothing about them really? It was too soon to feel or tell.

That impression they left upon you, though, how oddly divine. ❤

Who acts upon first impressions?

And your mind says only lunatics do.

Even if you did speak, still, how could you dare asking for a bond, create a link? You had just met them really.

Who ever asks for the phone number of a perfect stranger?

And your mind says only lunatics do.

How are we supposed to know when to ask or when not to?

Is it when we realize we care, or could have? Is it long after the person’s gone and the sensation of their fleeting presence remains?

That would be great – only by then, is it not too late to act?

Possible special someone is away and gone awhile already.

How are we supposed to be spontaneous – and not sound like a lunatic – when there is all this meaningless serial dating out there?

I haven’t had someone’s face linger on my mind very often, when I did not know them.

Yours has.

Caution in me tends to warn against it, but I do wish I acted more like a lunatic some days, especially that day.

You left and said you would read my words. I really hope you do, and comment or message me to order an aspiring lunatic on the go.

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“If we wait for the

moment when everything,

absolutely everything is ready,

we shall never begin.”

– Ivan Turgenev

Source for the quote: https://eyespluswords.com/2016/04/18/begin/

 

 

Featured Challenge #19 – Love Letters – Text #3

Let the past out and the future in.

by B.

You have told me, you come with baggage.

That of a life lived, and scorched and erected back

into you. That is the who you are now.

 

Now I am telling you. If you want a we,

you gotta lay it all down, and lay back. Enjoy.

Bite, and live, and thrive in the now. Imagine

the future. Don’t project the past.

 

Put it all down, and feel weightless. Enjoy

Love’s way, and how it makes you whole

again, new in your own skin.

 


 

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A Pathway To Your Soul (11)

Letter #11 – Realization

By Hailie Andersen

Saturday, March 7th, 2054, Intensive Care Facility, Rockham-Sakbir, Jail County

 

My Lakhi,

You are in a coma. They took me to you and I met your professor Jehr. He is the scientist in charge of your recovery.

You got two things right about him. He is a professor. He seems to be trying to help you. However he is indeed working for the government, or for whoever runs those labs. He is not his own man.

I am still shocked by the sight of you in that bed. I got to touch your hand and feel your warmth. Continue reading

A Pathway To Your Soul (10)

Letter #10 – Hospitalized

By Hailie Andersen

 

Friday, March 6th, 2054, ITF Quarters, Rockham-Sakbir, Jail County

 

My Lakhi,

I saw a picture of you in my file today. A picture of you the way you described yourself in your nightmare… With those tubes and all… I am confused. Just as confused as you were yesterday. There is something so wrong about this whole society. I am disgusted. I wish they would just stop their games and take me to you. I don’t know what to do. I have no way to figure out my next move. Continue reading

A Pathway to Your Soul (9)

Letter #9 – Anchored

By Hailie Andersen

 

Thursday, March 5th, 2054, ITF Quarters, Rockham-Sakbir, Jail County

 

My Lakhi,

You are so beautiful. All of you is comfort. You are such a peaceful soul by nature. Seeing your pretty face distorted by pain, seeing loss turning your traits into those of a threatened, frightened creature, all alone in that small room just tore my heart to pieces.

Your face looks like it has aged years in a couple of days. I know you would not like to hear this. Still, I feel like I have to, I need to tell you that I see you. You know I will love you in fifty years, when you look old and withered on the outside, because with everyday that passes your soul is expanding, blossoming, harboring ever brighter colors on the inside. Continue reading