"Hello,
if only I knew you are there somewhere, now I would not need to write. I would I'll probably sit at listen to your life and read it in your eyes. And you, I'm sure, would do the same. I like to imagine a walk with you, make sure you find your hand ready to grab the first misstep. Ready to get up every fall. I think of you, but not like the things I see around me every day. More like a dream. Made of clouds and dew. And a bit of light that never hurts. I think of you, and I wonder how you are.
For now, time passes without you. But I am sure that someday you might meet on the street in the rain, knowing that you are. You acknowledge. Among thousands of faces will be as indifferent to me. Lost and alone. Ready to believe again.
What do you do when it's cold? And when it's dark outside and dark inside?
I know, your answers will come. It will be mine. When the time each application will have no effect. I'll find it all inside your eye. Inside a silence.
But how are you? What do you have? What eyes? I know your heart even the slightest thought. But I do not see you. Friend ... friend?
I'll look for the helmet, the world and stop time. I find when I hold you in tears. And every tear will be the color of those things, incredible, never imagined, wonderful.
For now I write four words in the wind. I'll wait here. Dear sister. Dear brother. "
To the friends I've lost ... for those who have never had ... for those who will be there one day.
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