dear no one,

i have problems. maybe
too many of them, and maybe i
fall everytime i run after butterflies, their
tender bodies always so close to sun and that
cracking taste of freedom,

but i always have time to worry
about you.

no matter who you are.




dear no one,

the next time you are under that waterfall, please
sit back and enjoy
how gracious is the fall of waterdrops -

because real happiness is not at the
waterdrops itself, it's appreciating their splatter-patterns,

it's enjoying the breath you could use to suffocate, but
don't.

no one, you don't know where to look for
the happiness you have been searching,
that's all.

the very thing you deserve.




dear no one,

you are not alone.

i am here, not knowing you very well, but still
replying to you. i care about how you feel and
how many butterflies you saw today

and i always have a place for someone else
in my heart.

everything's beautiful
when you look under the mask. because
it is when they are vulnerable, innocent, trusting

and ready to love you back.




dear no one,

you don't have to pretend, because
i already do.

i can only hold you up to
some level, i know - but
if you let me, there would be less space
for tears,

won't there?




dear no one,

paint rainbows on your heart. please. take out
your markers -

nightmare isn't life. life is
what you call it.

no one, please call it a dream. a lovely, wonderful
dream with a horrifying start- please believe in it and don't give up on it
at all costs - because what you call it is
what you make of it.

please, please try to make it better, not
try to see it as better. see it as running to
the fields after going through a long highway.

please, no one. it's a dream. a collage of everything
you could ever think of - and

once you start picking the badly cut ones, you will never
appreciate how lovely things
are hidden, waiting for you.




dear no one,

maybe it's because
you hold yourself too distant

at nights where someone would maybe
want to hug you.

maybe because the
right people aren't there for you yet, they are
too deep in the fog for now, maybe you can't see
them in this somber sleepiness.




dear no one,

life isn't battles. life isn't oceans. life isn't a chess game. if
life is anything
you want it to be

because life is not something
you can define with a dictionary
like battles and swimming and clenching
and letting go.

life doesn't have maps
unlike battlefields, or men
willing to die for you, for no reason.

you gotta make them by yourself.




dear no one,

no. no no no no no no no.

i am the kind of person
that used to talk to ceilings, praying for a friend. i am
the kind of a person that got emotionally attached to
stuffed animals and sitting under tables. i am the
kind of person that used to
write letters so
strangers.

_{i already do.}




dear no one,

he is out there somewhere. he waits
for you to chase your demons, because

he was too terrified when he had to chase his. he
is afraid to do something wrong.

you will fall asleep on his arm and he will kiss
you on your eyelids, and you will no longer need dragonflies.




dear no one,

when you start crying,
think of me.

promise?

_{maybe a heart that
loves you but from so far away, will be
a comfort - this little proof of
how lovely you are to shine through
pixels.}




dear no one,

did you know
that once you throw that hammer
into the world's face, it

never finds courage to attack again?




dear no one,

imagine me, holding you
and taking your heart into my hands, singing
lullabies to its wings fluttering in fear,

and we will go taste spring's
blessings.

because i would,
if i could. you would only
hear my voice telling you
how fuckin' wonderful you are,
because you can't hear the blissful flight of butterflies.




dear no one,

before you go, i want you to know
you are anything but nobody.




eternal love you deserve,
someone.