Dear Sadness,
I
decided to write you a letter this time. You know, the old-fashioned way, with pen and paper. I
don’t know how to mail you. Maybe you can get this letter through some
emotional power. Maybe you never get it. But sadness inside me is not making me
comfortable from many days. In fact, from some years. I thought I should address
you.
Maybe the first time you meet someone, someone who is completely different around
you. Perhaps you love my company so much. Maybe you get a perfect soul mate. But,
you see, I am not happy with you. Maybe my writer self has some writerly
benefits because of you. Apart from that, there is nothing worth enjoying in your
company.
Last
year, at the same time, in the same season, you appeared. You know, this is my
favorite season. It is the season of festivals. It is the season of lights. It
is the season of celebration. It is the season of connections. But you ruined
everything around me. From this year, I don’t crave this season. Old
traumas are triggering me.. I am too sad to even to recognize my sadness. You
made me numb. Somewhere I am in between darkness with more darkness.
I cannot tell what exactly
captivated me to write you. But, you know, there is gloom which is there to
evaporate. I am just venting it down.
You make me lose my festivity. I lost myself in your company. Maybe you felt
that, she looked like a gloom lover, so I need to give her company. But that was
not the truth. I looked like a sadness freak, but I am not. Deep inside, I always
had a cheerful child. Someone who can dance in little things. Someone who can
smile just being oneself. So confident enough even with failure. But because of
your company, I am being saddist. This morning, because of sadness, because of
the anger inside me, I tore my own diary.
Diary was always my safe space. Even
in the bad days, they accompanied me. They were things that accepted my
weirdness. But the sad thing they are no more with me. So, I am wishing your
goodbyes. Dear sadness, I don’t want to live with you anymore. Please, leave
me soon.
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