I did not want to leave you.
I still
love you. The problem and solution extended far beyond anything that had to do
with us. But you are the sturdy rock that lies beneath the ground. The
foundation for soil and nutrients and growth. I am a cloud. I am far up in the
sky, from a distance appearing solidified, but just an illusion. A collection
of water vapor.
Tell my
family hello, or do not; whichever will hurt them less. You can show them this
letter if you wish, but I know you will understand it best. Understand it like
that time on the beach when we were playing with the smooth white stone talking
about our academic abilities and I went on a rant about not wanting to be a
person of habit. You understood me then. You could probably still understand me
now. Even though you did not want me to go, understand I did not go away from
you.
I do not
know where I am going, but I am at home not knowing.
The sun is
going down here now and I would like to go watch it until it gets dark. I think
that sunsets are overrated for their present state. What they bring with them
in their transition, a black canvas with burning candles of light, is the true
miracle. I saw an art exhibit once and it said:
THE SUN IS GONE BUT WE STILL HAVE THE LIGHT.
-N.X. Blume
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