I was in my room as I found a pile of letters. The letters were hidden deep inside a heart. It was pretty dark in there. As Icicle sang in my ears I read the first one and it was a letter to winter.
Dear winter,
I guess I miss your sight starting this year.
Here I am who used to be a light switch myself into dark. I’m still avoiding from opening a new book and holding yours instead. My dear winter I am still here in fall. Last summer burns still mark clearly on my skin. Hoping your white sight reach me. But I guess I blame my choice of country.
My days here are still showered with rain; scared to open my eyes hating the fact that I made you shut your door. My wings are broken, I was hoping I could flew there. But, the healer could not heal the wings that are broken on time. The clouds are getting thicker and thicker here. Loneliness is palpable I might say. But I know I have to stand on whatever fall throws me in with. So, here I am still sitting on the Saturn’s Ring watching the orbital ball where we used to live in.
The year asks me if I would agree to play the role of a stranger instead for later this month till who knows when I'm going to retire. I agree to learn starting now. So here I am still in a search for a drop of strength, a costume or mask to wear. I know it’s the only part that I am entitled of in a world that I am not a part of anymore. I believe it is the only way I could be close to you.
The blue diamond that you gave me still accompanying me through my days. I’m still hoping on the blue diamond to blow away the dark clouds. Because there is a scar I can’t cure and i'm hoping the clouds would at least cover it. I am avoiding my blood spoiling your new pages you know.
Your colored white pages.
Your beautiful new book.
I will be coming later in the end of the season I think. I'm hoping my blood wont spoil your book by then.
But, I am doing just fine. I want to apologize for my thunder, if you feel it's bothering you, just walk on and ignore me as you have done in this new book that you have started.
This is the season to start a clean slate I heard. People around believe on a new hope and I believe you have started yours.
Luna told me you have turned the other part of the world white. Your new life has begun indeed. You promise the silver dressed girl to start in the fourth beginning of this year. Yes, Venus whisper to me on a rainy Thursday that there is a silver flake girl here that will turn into an angel soon. She will be your new butterfly in spring as I predict. She is healing your wound little by little I feel. Yes, She is preparing to bloom in your spring indeed. Tell the Butterfly I won’t be bothering her part. She doesn’t have to worry. I am aware of my place. I am aware of my place on the other side of your door. I read the sign closed clearly. But I will always be here if you need me. I will watch your season change in silent. Don’t you worry I will be waiting for the blue seed to dry and so that your new church bell could ring. I will watch in silent as the white doves flies free in the end of your new book and I’ll congratulate you with a smile by then, I hope.
I heard she is a rose in a lily field. She could show you the warm of winter. I know you won’t fade into the mist. She will run like a fire dust a pure shed of lightning to save you. Her laughter is a pure song that you can sing. I wish you well dear winter. I will be here watching from a far as I promise, as you change from a winter to spring and bloom in colorful summer where the scar will fade as you have found your light.
With this letter I hope the new sun suites you well and for the beautiful stardust to come sooner than she had promised. She will repair your life with white hope I see. Trust me I won’t come into your way coz I will be here surrendering my self to time to grow up and face the dark fall hoping my clean slate to come somewhere next winter. Remember that I am here; I will always be on the other side of the door if you need me.
With love,
Ribbons undone.
