Spent another sleepless night.
Waiting for sunrise.
Waiting for Godot.
The sun came and went, but I must have missed it. All I remember is black.
That’s not to say that I’m blind… you of all people would know that.
Sometimes I just feel like there is NO light at the end of the
tunnel. Do you know what I mean?
As I wait for the train at the crowded train station I feel my brain heave a sigh of relief, because I get to write to you and not feel so alone.
In this city of over a million people, I feel like the only person in the whole world.
It’s not like I don’t have things to say. It’s just that I have no one to listen to me.
I mean really listen.
Not just listen to the sounds of the words as they leave my lips, but their essence.
That’s why I’m glad I have you. Who else will read my letters so patiently and be amused and be understanding about my struggles with myself if not you?
I’m pretty sad right now and very tired. Also my train has arrived and I’ve got to go.
I hope this letter finds you in a better spot than me and I hope you will keep me in your thoughts, because I need to know that someone out there has me in their thoughts. I will continue to hope that only good things happen to you and will keep you in thoughts.
Take care of yourself
Until we meet again.