Letter to me

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Hello, dear Dragonfly, 

It's me, Dragonfly. If you're reading this, then things may have gotten worse. 

I need you to remember that walk we shared in the big park back home. I need you to remember that feeling you had when sitting on the pier. Remember the warm, peaceful wind running through your hair. Remember the birds singing. Remember the sun softly burning your skin, piercing your eyes. Remember the sound of the small waves crashing in. Remember the smell of the air, how it so easily filled up your lungs. Remember how you could take a breath that felt like could last you forever. Just remember that sense of peace. That sense of time standing still. Just remember how we sat there together and the rest of the world did not matter. Take that deep breath. Take in that feeling of freedom and peace. Never let go of that feeling, it is what keeps us alive. 

Sanity

 I think you misplaced my sanity, and now I cannot find it.

We live in an ambiguous reality that is very likely to collapse any minute. We live in a world that, at best, sounds like a poem written by an old, drunk man. We cannot measure the time slipping through our fingers as we go about our mundane routine. We do not see the sun rise or the sun set. We do not get fazed by the moon phases. We're lost without even realising that the path that we're on is circular. We drive cars that drive themselves. They drive us down a cliff. We buy houses to live in, but spend our precious days at the office. We talk about love and respect while conveniently forgetting what's truly important. We dive into our socials as if they have the answers, but they only make us numb. We get so dissociated that we do not even realise we're no longer questioning anything. We become blank pages, we become nothing. If our lives were to be printed, they wouldn't even be white; they'd be see-through, not even tangible. 

I've stopped fighting. You may keep my sanity. I wasn't using it anyway. 

P.S. Isn't it Your birthday today?