Its been a long time since I felt your breath, heard your heart beat, and read any of your letters. The mail man came yesterday to deliver some letters. I must say I wasn't expecting yours, but what got my attention was the girl across the street. She so much believed in you, not that I do not believe in you, but her belief in you made it all boring, made it all theatrics to me, without life, though you're life. She walked up to the mail man and asked for a letter from you. The mail man replied that there wasn't any. The girl immediately started crying and didn't stop till he said he would get her some the next day.
I guess I have just gotten to the consciousness that going to church with my mom wasn't worth it, so I fail to commend any gathering.
A tree cannot root up its self and root its self in the sky, so also I and you can't give up on each other. Without boasting, I should say I am your highly priced creation, with actually no price attached to me.
My father pretends or wants to know you, I can't speak for him, but I think I am towing his path, though I detest it.
You say faith, perseverance, listen, pray and watch. I have closed my eyes to a lot of things and narrowed it to one thing. I must say freedom isn't the absence of limits, it is the boldness to restraint. Give a man wings, he'll want to fly to the sun,
give him the gift of prophesy, he'll forever live in the fear of the future or become a freak of nature. Give a man power, greatly, and he would think he is to rule the world.
Its Christmas, they say they rejoice because its Christmas. Did you make me like this, all serious to the cause, or I picked it up somewhere. The wife I married, has a problem with me, she says my eyes are too much fixed on the road. I can't plan, without factoring you in, trust me, she shows love for you than I do. Lets note that I do not miss you or care too much about you, because you live in the same house with me, guess that's familiarity.
Its Christmas, what do I want? No, what do you want for Christmas? But I'll say, at least plant the consciousness of you in me...
Merry Christmas.
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