Welcome back my love - Letter 3
All suns born, burn, grow and die, eventually. You are a sun that born, grew, but never burned. You’re just spinning there in the same old place. sitting on a gravity well and waiting for a unknown power to tap you. Both a star and a seed, you never knew what is to burn or sprout, love or be loved.
It depresses me seeing you like that. The keys flow off my fingers and tears fall reluctant. It depresses me that I am the one writing and not you. You can’t raise an arm anymore. You can’t fight anymore. Stop acting like a doll please.
I sent you to humans healthy and you returned broken, that’s what I feel. What do you feel? What do you feel? How could they turn you into that lifeless rag you are now?
I am coming to save you, you idiot. Don’t you die on me.
I was searching for this kind of a blog for months now. Actually lost the hope of finding one, but here i am
Thanks for the great articles! Looking forward for a little read after dinner 
thank you very much for your kind words. I don’t know what are you looking forward to read, I deal with many different themes. this specific post series are about some feelings I had to put out.