Letters to my Narcissus

Narcissus, Narcissus,

I am making amends with the faults in my personality and I have realized the error in what we could have been. I have understood it late and on time for us to grow from these failures with gold.

I would not say that I am the worst thing that could have to happen to you. But I should admit that I am from the demonic romantics. Those who speak at three-thirty in the morning, with your middle name and the name of the first person who broke your being. And when I failed, it was because my love has never been right.

I am in more than 3000 faults.

I can understand, I'm Frankenstein. I own my curses and complex of God in life. Because in the darkness of the cold night, in the loneliness of my blankets and the sadness of Friday afternoons. I could understand that I burned our veins before they were tied and could live.

It is understandable that the original sin did not skip my life and it took me twenty-four years to grow and see ourselves without the purple colour in us. Narcissus I did not explain it to you that I have grown so I could apologize because this evil is part of me. Yet I am saying goodbye to it and accepting the initial guilt in us.

I started the break before you told me your name, I was blindfolded and with deceitful hands. 

And now with white rabbit wisdom, I have closed two of the three wounds we have left.

Take care,

T.A.