Writing is a haunting melody

Early morning, but she still feels some nostalgic drops of yesterday. She found a letter. Anonymous. She found it in a secret garden, where flowers grow wildly and where moonlight shines silvered. 'One day, you will realize that what you have been looking for, was there all the time. It was in you.'

A year ago she tucked it away. She hoped that one day she would find it when covered in rainy days. No rainy day now. But she realized it was true. It is dark when you are alone and looking for something you will never find. Because it is an illusion. A world made thought people desperately believe in. An overwhelming need that seems bitter once you realize it was all a lie. Sometimes things seem so perfect that you can't handle any truth. I know that. I feel that and accept that. Now. I wont come here anymore to hide. I will come here to be free.