Dear me, I want to forgive you, but if I can't don't let my past become the ruler of my blue skies. Dark memories remind me I have not been nice to me. I pound upon myself, why? A voice shouts, run away..................... stay away of yourself. I ignored that voice. It happened. In awareness, the voice became shallow, my thoughts became light. Awareness became my blessing, an openness that leads us to fly into the twinkled and expanded iris, infinity. Is that the reason humility transforms reality into truth? What is truth if I forget who I am, so please, memories, don't lead me to hate myself, release me from aged throughts. Let me love, give me hope, embrace my pain, and let me free by covering yourself in a colorful bow of rain, dear me, a rainbow.
This is a letter written to “Me”. Who am I? Am I who I remember is me? Perhaps, there are no limits, but I am so stubborn. I want to be limited. Do I?