3.9.1915
From:John,Sainte Petersburg
To:Anna,humburg
Dear Anna
Here,the night is turning into light, and the shadows dance on the walls, whispering things that mind can't hold. The stars look brighter after listening to midnight's secrets and promises.
And yet, in this fragile silence, I find myself thinking of you-how distance makes even the simplest thought feel heavier.
Life goes on under the moon's light . Passengers walk away in their loneliness asking themselves how to make their day more meaningful. Trying to find out which is worth more?moments of joys that arrive like strangers,only to leave them adrift in their absence?or the grief they carry with them,yet it shapes their lives and thoughts?The shadows follow them reminding them the line between the pleasure and the despair and among them, I sometimes see my own reflection.
But Anna what do you think we should do?move forward even if we take distance from our dreams-or our loved ones- or maybe we should surrender to the silence, let the darkness decide for us, and see if the morning still remembers our names.
As the night melts into a daylight,everything fades into silence and life goes on as if this fear was never chasing them in their nightmares.
everything forgotten,at least until the next darkness...
But even if the world forgets, I cannot.So write to me Anna.
Let me have something to hold in this far world.
Until I hear from you, the night will never truly end for me...
Best wishes to you ,Dearest!
