Letter, 4: Seeking

It was dark, 

like the inside of a bank vault abandoned in space.
The darkness stripped me of my body, I was no longer trapped inside my skin.
My new flesh was made of empty space,
and not knowing its limitlessness made me feel so trapped.

So I escaped, into my self.

I looked within to understand without.
I searched and searched but could only find darkness.
My mind was in limbo, between my minds limits and my souls immaturity.

I needed to find myself.

I looked deeper, but I only  found what I hated, my insecurities.
The ugliness I could not scrub away with water or hide with clothes and cream.
I wanted to run, but I was already trapped

So I faced the things I hated about my identity.

Hating them only made me fear them even more,
fear what I was and what I did not want others to know.
But why....why did "others" matter when I only had myself to find.
So I left those thoughts behind, with the darkness to find my light.

I accepted my problems.

I understood their origins and why I failed to stop them, initially.
But with my understanding I now ask, "why should I hate them?"
They made me who I am now, the questioner of self,
the seeker of self.

So I learned to live with them; the problems of the past.

And my soul began to mature, my mind began to expand,
and I realized that the darkness that had consumed me,
destroyed me,
was only me eyes; they had been shut.

I was walking with ignorance, forgetting my past and ignoring the signs leading to my future.

I was walking without seeking a footing; trudging along a path that was soulless;
without meaning.
And now that I had looked into myself, into who I am,
I had found my place, my home

My self

Letter 3: Polishing

Walking down the path,
again.

Thinking about the repetition,
again.

Looking at the sky,
again.

Feeling my eyes water,
again.

Breathing the fresh air,
again.

Judging the distance between me and space,
again.

Thinking of light and of shadows,
again.

Yet, with every repetition there is a difference,
the cycle becomes more polished with constant passing.

Letter, 2: Love for the Random Individual

I've never met you,
and I probably never will.
But you've come to my mind
and I want to share my thoughts of you.

When I look into the sky
when the wind blows against my face
I think of you, the random Individual that lives;
north, south, east, and west.

I can expand my mind to look for you
but as real as you are to this world
so are my thoughts, an imagination, of you.
But never the less, my lover, my friend, Random individual

You are. 
And thus I care for you. 
Like the rain moves around your face,
like the heat seeks shelter under your skin,
like the sky hovers above you.

It's only natural that I love you

Letter, 1

I'm not alone,
looking into the world around me not with my eyes but with my soul. Capturing that warm feeling that I'd call ethereal, but realizing how profound and permanent it is. I'm myself but at the same time I am much more than one self.
I am of many,
my personality is based on how I've observed and how I've reacted to all other selves I've been around.
I make nothing into something,
My thoughts become physical through my expression. There is nothing there, in my mind, only mass and energy....existence. But that in itself is enough. Enough to create what I am metaphysically and what ultimately makes me real. I'm real to others as well. Through their eyes I am
Him,
And that is everything I am. A being, a selected series of thoughts made physical, a mirror, and someone that inspires and is inspired by

you