[insaned]

It has been long since we last met – you grew older, grayer. No news from you in a very very long term. No news at all. At first, I frowned at the idea, but it started to pound in my head and soon I started to believe you were dead. Brain dead.

But the wind has changed it all. You are no longer what I once learned to live within. You are a totally different being now.

It is time. Your time has come. Once again it is about time to cross out that door and try to live through the experience. You have done it dozens of times and I can notice you still have the chill through your spine. Good to see you are grayer, but nonetheless there is still some of the old you inside this strange building you have become.

Go and grow. Go and don’t come back. Just go.

Wait.

08/13/2008

(and over a whole year for gathering the necessary courage for publishing it!)