You are in danger. What will you do? If it takes courage to fight even the most powerful memory of yours, will you take the risk to conquer it?
I am in confusion. In every abandoned calendar, I depict myself as a mess. I am not bound by my strengths but captured by my weaknesses. I am capable of deciding, yet I can't choose what is righteous.
If there's a chance to go back to my earliest stages, I should've chained my memories—for until today, I am still with them. Memories have breaking points. We cannot seek to live with the past staying by our side. The only thing we can do is remember it—the lessons, the hurt, and the greatness of living in a timeline we never realized existed.
We all have regrets, and we need ourselves to interpret the mistakes we've made. It is important to bridge our present to our future—seeking, predicting, and envisioning what can occur.
If I were to write a letter, it would mention the parts of my identity—an event, a person, an object that shaped me into what I am today. For I cannot look back to the past without thanking it deeply and showing gratitude for its existence.
I didn't ruin anything; I'm learning how to live. All the letters I've written stand as reflections of my identity. My words are my blood that flows within me, a part of every encounter.
We are what we unfold. My letters are the key to every story to be told.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Letters of My Identity
PoesíaWhen there's a pinch of memory running through our veins, should we refrain from thinking it through, or simply let the moments devour the ecstatic energy? If I were to write letters, my past would pour out revelations, my present would feel relieve...
