Fragments...
Dear reader,
this is not a resale location. This is not a newsletter. It’s merely a letter from a writer who has been on this journey far too long. And walked far too many steps. And it seems that I have nothing to show for it. I have tried. I’ve started and scrapped, typed and erased. Once, I even burned it all, because I forgot that the point of the journey is to move forward.
And so you have found the letter, dear reader. It’s a fragment. A page at the bottom of the drawer. It’s that one friend you had as a kid and forgot about; it’s a glass bottle washed ashore, containing a note. And you discovered it. Smiled. Maybe even reminisced. Wondered. Do I know this man? Did we play football when we were kids? Is he the person who found my phone and returned it?
Whatever that feeling is. I want to let you know that I am here. Still in the void. Keeping to myself. But with a newfound clarity. That there are stories worth telling, there are poems worth reciting, and there are doors worth opening. And there are letters worth sending. And I keep writing them. Because I believe you, dear reader, will always be on the receiving end. Out there. Hoping in August that the letter will arrive by winter. Wishing it was, at the very least, sent. And let me tell you. You know it’s there. Somewhere.
Regards,
Jakub