thanks.
I realise that sooner or later I have to come to terms with myself.
It started with an aquaintance, who no longer is one. Rather hard to explain on that level.
You think you know me, my dears, but I assure you you don't. You see, I've just been showing you my shell. I don't know what person I've become.
A long time ago I told myself I would surpass her in writing. I believed it impossible. I did what I loved, though, at first through imitating her style, then experimenting.
I did surpass her. I have a wider vocabulary, I have learnt how to look on both sides, I have also developed a sense of neutraility and a way of looking at things.
You see, I know you are somewhere out there, living your tattered and shadowed life. I know you are smiling with that angelic face and twinkling with Death. I also know your wish to be better, someone better, you wishes and hopes and dreams, as well as your loyalty and passion in your work.
I know you, yet I don't know you at all.
It was a purely tolerance-driven partnership. And thank you for being there, thank you for showing me what I forgot I used to have, thank you for givig me bliss I would not have otherwise experienced if I hadn't turned to writing.
You will never see this. We will never meet (again), but if we do, we would hsve forgotten each other. But thank you.
