Sunday, January 30, 2011

Letters of Hope and Love

I know I haven't been here in a while. I was here and yet I was somewhere else. Sometimes life takes over in such a way that everything else has to take a back seat. Perhaps some of us don't know how to balance our lives the way we should.

I know I haven't been here but I have written so much since then. I wish I could share it all with you. I wrote letters. Of love. Of hope. I wrote them with strength and courage. I wrote them with life and fulfilment. I also wrote them with a hint of fear and despair. But I couldn't write them with a pen hence there is no proof that I wrote all those letters.

But I did... and then you know what I did with them? Do you really want to know?

I slipped them in the envelope of time and I buried them in the darkest corner of my past. You can't find 'em because I can't either.

I could have written the letters with colorful crayons. I could have painted nice pictures for you. Perhaps I could have included those poems of love I used to write because I didn't know any better.

You know I could have written about politics. About current events. About fashion or about movies. I could have written about planes crashing into buildings or about the death toll in war torn countries. I could have written about the economy crashing or poverty in the third world.

But I chose to write about love. I ignored it all and chose to write about love.

I could have...I should have.. I would have...

But I didn't.

And that's the truth.