A letter to no receiver.

Dear No Receiver. I am tired. With everything, with almost nothing. I didn’t know already what I’ve should feel or what I should do. I am tired, I am empty, as usual.
Don’t even dare to ask if all this time if I do even try. I am not at the point where I am right now if I am simply not trying. I am doing it. I do.

But…

I might say I am beyond my limit. I just couldn't stand it anymore, anyhow.

I took multiple ways to resolve my problem, my sadness, my doubts, or any in-between. I even let God flows my boat with His current but I think I closed my eyes, or maybe I am looking to the water, not the horizon, not the destination.

Dear No Receiver, tell my mom I loved her so much and so did my dad. Tell them that I am beyond sorry. Tell them that they were the best. Tell them that I love photography.

Dear No Receiver, I wasn’t sure how fucking long I could stand and wait anymore. I honestly think that dying is none of my wishes but living good is far from true. I couldn’t bear it any longer. But in the meantime, I am still in time, flowing like everyone else. I will keep punching the day.