581/Dear ________ ,

Thank you for your attention, the least deserving acknowledgment of my voice, I spend most of my life contemplating, procrastinating on life, it took me too much time to think, too much effort spend reenacting the untrue matter - or maybe I've been trying too hard to do everything but I know so deeply I should wake up from this unconscious cycle. Knowing you, anyone anonymous reading this, or whom could have tried to send an unseen recognition, I need to tell you how much I appreciate this. For people, aliens (sorry for the name), any living thing who might be reading this and who might draw your emotions to the words and pictures to this vague and truthful space, for that, I humbly plead you to stay, to watch my mind perform vagueness, to grab onto the uncertainty, to fall in love with uncertainty and thank you - for sharing a part of this meticulous journey. Thank you for staying you and thank you for watching me crying over spilled milk.