Dear Oliver James,
“A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.”
| - | from Zen Shin Talks |
All of my emotions haven't come rushing through my mind and soaring through my body for a long time; but, as I saw you earlier today, there it was. It was as though nothing had happened. We were once again two foolish children stumbling through the clouds luscious branches. Although, I don't crave your touch, the smell of your lingering presence is enough to pierce its way into my mind.
My recollection has unfortunately not faltered, and neither has my thoughts been left into an array of dismay.
You never called. You never spoke up. You never did ... anything.
Why?
I'm happy, I'm in a good place right now; but I just never understood why. An answer would've been nice, an explanation could've prevented all of this grief, so many actions could've been taken to resolve our situation.
Would've, could've, should've; but, didn't.
Thank you? Is that what I should say?
Thank you for the salted tears, for the grief, the uncertainty, the self doubt; thank you, for doing what you must do best.
Your memory haunts me, despite the many times I have chuckled over our relationship, and cursed your name; there you lie.
I would like to say you can't do better than me, myself and I.
But, who is fate to tell if you choose to consume another innocent mind and corrupt it with your mindless being.
Why? ... Why.
Sincerely,
A World Of Lingering Possibility
