LETTER TO MY OTHER SELF

LETTER TO MY OTHER SELF.

I miss the days and hours we would spend together.
I felt like I wasn’t alone and I didn’t have to fear even death.
Seem easy. The things you made with your hands. And how in your silence I would find many words, all those that one could ever need.
I thought we danced together. Now I know we danced against each other.
Oil on canvas.