epilogue
dear my future-self,
if you're here that means you finished reading all my journal and not a diary as my dad call it.
you were probably disappointed because my writing was sad but you should not feel disappointed because if none of that happened to you, you wouldn't hear the sound of the waves now.
because you were one of the people who wore headphones, who preferred listening to electronic sounds instead of listening to the spoken word of the sea. but don't worry, now you took off the headphones and the fog disappeared, you can hear the words of the sea and watch the waves coming from the infinity that flows on the horizon.
maybe now you're braver. maybe you can understand the waves as well as they can understand you better and if you can't, try to.
my future-self, we die alone but we don't have to die alone.
opal
YOU ARE READING
mute depression
Poetry"We choose our sorrows and our joys long before we experience them." © 2015 by NoiseOfSilence. All rights reserved.
