dancing with raindrops

Dearest Lumesia,


Sorry for the late replies, I've been quite unbusy in my busy life. You know what it is like. I am also sorry for forgetting who you were for a while. Yes, I know - it is bad to get lost in your own.


Everything seems to be on a little bit of a standstill. I'm still trying to live up to everything; don't you worry! But sometimes those petty little things in life gang up like marching ants and consume you entirely.


What do you suppose I should do about the situation? No, not that one. The other situation. The permanent one. I should forget it, shouldn't I? If I did so, then it would no longer be a situation.


I remember you once told me that you cannot trust anyone else until you trust yourself. Well, I must be either really overly trusting in myself or just gullible to the first kind heart. I should have paid more attention to you.


I need to speak less, and smile more.


What's the weather like? It is as it is as usual. Ever temporal just like everything else. Am I so predictable?


I feel like I don't even need to write anymore because you know what will be coming next.


If you do, then could you please write to me soon and let me know? You seem to know me better than I know myself. For now, I'll rest in silence.


I hope to hear from you soon,


A.