Son (4)

Dear Son,

If you are blessed with a sister, please take care of her. I will raise her to be strong, independent and reliable.

But as her brother, whether you’re older or younger than her, you have the obligation to take care of her.

Divide the responsibility I will assign to you all and do not burden her with all the problems.

I will raise her to be reliable that sometimes she might feel the need to carry the weight of the world, and Son, that is the last thing I want her to do.

I want you all to learn to ask each other for help, and for all of you to accept each other’s requests.

You should all be the swords and shields for each other. And I do not mean you use these for fighting.

Use them to back each other up and distribute the weight equally between each other.

I still have more to say in this matter,

but this is it for today, Son.

Son (3)

Dear son,

Patience can be tough.

It can be so fucking hard. 

Excuse your mother’s choice of words.

But you’ll see. 

You’ll curse patience.

And anything that stands 

Between you and what you desire.

But patience,

My son,

Will help you become wiser.

But you don’t care about being wise,

Do you?

Not at the beginning.

Patience, my son. 

Will help you appreciate whatever it is 

That you wanted or needed in the first place.

You won’t understand the value

Of this trait

Unless you go through shit yourself.

Try it one time

With something that is worth your waiting

And tell me.. 

Tell me then how fulfilling it feels. 

Son (2)


Your mother needs you right now.

She needs to stroke your hair,

Hold your face,

Wraps you within her embrace,

Hear you call her name,

See you smile and act all silly.

She just needs you, son.

She needs you so she can love again.

She needs to feel that kind of affection

She wants to understand love, son.

Unconditional kind of love.

She needs to feel warm again.

She needs to feel.

Please. Son. 

Find your mother.

She is waiting for your call.

Incomplete letter.

To the girl who lived before she knew what is life,

To the girl who died and still is breathing and heart still beating,

To the girl who was reborn into a ghost,

To the ghost who was haunted by life and its beings,

To the ghost who was present but did not exist,

To the ghost who taught itself how humans lived,

To the ghost who possessed a human needing of company,

To the human who finally lived, but followed the darkest paths,

To the human who found light and reached out to it,

To the human’s soul who left its host to put it on standby to repent,

To the soul who was thirsty for the human’s body again,

To the soul who started to lose sight of the light and the dark,

To the soul who ended up blind for wanting to see again,

To the human who wrapped the soul, but after it was too late,

To the human who thought it could be the soul’s shades,

To the human who wanted to believe in miracles for once,

To the human who caught the disease of the Blurred Vision,

To the human who is begging to see  clearly again,

To the human who wants to die before its time,

To the human who forgot the girl who died 

Within its soul, who was a ghost, who was that girl. 

Son (1) 


If there’s anything you should learn about how to survive this life

Is that you should be patient. 

Do not force yourself to experience everything in a short period of time.

Just wait, son. Wait and be patient.

Things will take place and if they don’t wait even longer until you go through the same situation,

And even then. Don’t rush it, son. 

Then again. A couple of weeks ago if you’d ask me, son 

I would have told you to take every chance as if it was your last

Or you would regret not experiencing such moments.

You know what, son?

There is no way to survive life unless you accept what is thrown at you 

And you accept how you deal with it every single time. 

You can rush or you can take your time. 

There is no right or wrong answer.

Just as long as you choose it yourself and you accept it, son. 

This is my advice. Accept everything. 

Be content.

Be satisfied.