To my alter true self,
Just like you I’m a vagabond wandering in the desert of my mind, unaware of my destination. I’m in a journey with myself and somewhere in between where I rest, I take a fancy stroll; completely unheeded by my surroundings. I spend some quality time here thinking that one day, I’ll be able to accept them. I pen down my thoughts of those untouch variations of life that’re yet to be uncovered.
These concealed emotions…
I may or may not be able to express it verbally, so I’m writing one down here.
It’s been a while now, I’m naive to this unknown feeling. I don’t know what to do, whether to say this to you or just let it go. There’s an incomprehensible expression that’s revamping my character. It’s a peculiar attraction. After all this time I still feel like I’m entwined by this inevitable spiritual connection that I’m unfamiliar with. I don’t know you that well, yet you are no mystery to me. I can read you very briskly, even in the blank depths of your thoughts I can see your true self. Absurd, right?
You must be thinking I’m proficient in pertaining the knowledge of human psychology. But the truth is, I remain a stranger to the other side. In fact, I know very little of the basic element required to live a functional life. I’m stretching every pleasant moment precisely just to procrastinate the sufferings.
I avoid emotional exposure and seek for comfort in the serendipitous corners of my mind. But even when I’m by myself in a calm state. I still feel there’s something missing.
Why do I find this uncanny resemblance in our thoughts? I cannot say.
So, I’m pouring my words here, hoping that you’ll acknowledge my gratitude not as an admirer juggling with random thoughts but as your parallel conscious, who’s pondering over the same idea as yours.