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You and Me

Because … because nothing makes sense in this whole world. Everything is upside down but I won’t run to change it… there are some things we can only find in this confusion … this has to be like this because we have to try ti learn from our mistakes.
In the beginning there were trees and dead trees, agony and hope... now when I look at the mirror of dreams, there aren’t green plains anymore. I’m tired of this. I have been dealing with this for so long!...
Now I want you to know, I want you to see what happened next. Forgive me if this is not up to you. In our reality there are many people around us. Thousands of wishes cut away the air we breathe.
How could we do that? Your fantasy world is so far from mine!... Sometimes we are blinded by our own wishes.
I needed to tell you this… Will anyone hear me? I don’t give up! If we never try, we’ll never know…Here I wrote my hopes and fears. And I put this letter into a bottle. Maybe on the other side of the ocean, somewhere, there is someone to hear my words.
This pain will end when someone sings some sweet words into my ear.
We live in a society of strangers. Sad businessmen, frustrated women. You can’t fail, you can’t fall, you can’t lose. The weak always seek the weaker till they have broken them. Nobody feels, nobody has any sense of beauty. If something breaks, everyone looks aside, everyone gets angry and our imagination is locked up in a big box.
I hope you’ve reached this point, my friend, you know… Why hasn’t everybody reacted in the same way I did? Everybody is afraid to say what is in their heart. Everybody is afraid to live, to climb, to fall. But I don’t want to miss a thing. I won’t miss it. We want to overreact but it’s hard to break up our jail, our chains.
I could pay a psychologist but what for? I could write all this on a diary but… what for? In these words I found a therapy.
I still believe in Man. You are my last hope.
In the end, I’ll hear your whisper singing to me from very far. Very softly. And in you words I’ll find a meaning.
And on this big green and blue ball, always running away from feeling, there’ll e just you and me. Somewhere ... Somewhere only us know about….

DianeMartinWade