kiD's LoUd spEakErS

thE LeTtEr

in the compartment of my car, there sits a letter which until now i've forgotten was sitting there all along. sitting there, waiting to be opened. waiting to be read by the eyes that matter the most. whose words were inspired by the one who's supposed to read them. that letter contains the words that cannot possibly come out of my mouth and at the same time still capture with brutal honesty the intense emotions with which these words serve to give meaning to. whose words can only give hints but never really fully describe the beauty of what inspired them to be, of the one whose being gave breath and life to the words that try but fail to fully embody what is possibly the most beautiful feeling a person can ever be entitled to.

and yet, that letter will never be opened. those words will never be read, and their purpose will never come to fulfillment. they will forever be sealed in the dark, and they will never meet the eyes of whose beauty they speak of. the life these words have had in their midst has gone, and they will just but serve as a reminder of things that were never said, a thing that never was. and with each day that it sits there in the dark shadows of that compartment, the one whom they speak of will eventually fade away, leaving these words breathless, lifeless. and what could have been such a wonderful and amazing picture painted by these words will forever remain the ideas that never left the mind and settled on canvas, a flame lit but never kept alive.

and what shall i do with the letter? shall i burn it or keep it as it is?. it has lost its meaning, and should i burn it, in the flames they will forever be sealed, a secret that only i and the ashes share. someday out of these flames new words will rise, and hopefully, they will get to serve their purpose, and not just sit in the dark compartment of my car, waiting to be read, waiting to be opened, waiting to meet the eyes they have come into existence for.

posted by da_kiD @ 3:08 AM