Dear stranger,
My name is … does it really matter. I don’t know yours either and I feel quite comfortable sharing things with you. I could try putting a name to you just to make it feel cosier; pretend we are long lost friends that accidentally met in ‘assuming land’ and decided to share experiences. Let’s see: Gilbert, Lucy, Simone, Chad, Clem, hmmmm… Charlie. Yes Charlie. Ok then.
Dear Charlie,
Naa! I don’t think so. It doesn’t work for me. Let’s just stick to the stranger thingy. What do you say? Alright.
So, my dear always attentive stranger, I hope you get my letters even though I don’t get yours except in ‘assuming land’ which is quite fine by me. I like to imagine you have problems too just like me and need someone to unburden to. That really is why I write to you... just so you know that other people have problems much more grievous than yours. You are so lucky you do not really exist unless your problems would be much worse. I can imagine your first problem being that no one acknowledges you but really you should be glad because people are rude, dubious, and selfish these days. Imagine saying 'good morning' to someone and they look you dead in the eyes and still don’t respond. A child greeted me while I was walking through an unfamiliar street one day and I lovingly and excitedly replied his greeting because I thought it was really strange in these times to be greeted by a child, who you weren't familiar with, when he stretched his hand to beg me for money for his school fees.
I could give many instances of such but I wouldn't want to bore you now, would I? Besides today is about YOU. Ok then, I imagine your second problem would be ME; my constant whinning to you about my feelings, experiences and failures, and for a non-existent person you do have some fleers that don't sit well with me. Here I am talking about myself again *sighs* and I can feel you rolling your eyes. If only you had an actual face I could punch. You realise, though, that there is no talking about you without me. Uhun, well because without me there is no you. I bring you to life. if I didn't interact with you noone would as you are in me and noone can gain access except me. You are a bridge between my concious and sub-concious and i really don't know what i would do without you.
You have helped through tough time and taught me how to grow out of self pity. You taught me self exteme and helped me keep my head up high when everyone else expected me to constantly admire the ground. Coversations with you helped train my voice and though people would see it as madness, and a few times the stares made me stop, but you constantly put words in my mouth and images in my head to force me to speak to you. Though I tried to make sure we were (I was) indoors most of the time, just so i don't get tied up and hauled to Yaba-left. There were lots of sad times and tears but you made me laugh. I learnt to laugh at the most ridiculous things and found that others found them funny too. My stranger is my mind. It works like a totally different person yet we could converse like we have been long time friends, constantly teaching me things I never thought i could learn without, yet dwelling within. A lamp leading the way. A nail knocked in place. My manna constantly falling from the heavens.
Yours inspired
Me.
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