Letters to Life: Letters written to a loved life

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dear life,
there are moments that belong to me. there are moments that were forgotten. there are moments that i had left behind untouched, unlived. there are moments that i had painted on the pebbles in random patterns inspired by the masterpieces of your beautiful thoughts and left them in the pockets of your favourite pair of jeans.

it is time now. it is time to relive those moments that were passed rather clumsily. it is time to live those moments that were skipped.

it is time for you to come and settle the minute particles of your existence delicately on the corner of my smile like silver moonlight settling on the ebbs of sighing seas. it is time to retrace our footsteps to the graves of our memories where i used to put a bouquet of wilting white roses with each of my unanswered letters.

it is time, now, to cautiously pick the loose petals of those roses on the verge of death and fix them back to their cores and present them with your most priceless gift, time.

donating the gift of time to everything that was formerly neglected by me,
yours.