This isn't me. It's not you either.You need to take some time off. I will too. Enjoy your holiday. Enjoy the ones you're with. Enjoy the changing. Next year is your year.
I promise.
I'll speak to you again soon.
I love you.
I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
Why do you do what you do? Is it to impress those around you? Your family? Your friends? Your lover?
Some days it seems like it'll never end. Like there's just too much to do.
I followed you down beneath the earth, past the pipes and the steam. Down. Down. Down. Until it grew hot and light turned back, to the air. Down. Down. Down. Darkness joined us, following me, following you. Down. Down. Down. Until we reached the heart of a world that didn’t know it had one. Years later. I am not sorry I followed you. Only that I didn’t stay.
The lift makes us all equals. Business men, super models, rock stars, poor people, strange people, you and me. We are all silent when confronted with each other.
You called me over when I was young and told me you wanted to see how strong I was. I was eager to impress you so I obliged. You told me to put my hand in front of my face and try to keep it there, while you tried to pull it away.