memories, they tend to hide. Though most of our acts are directed by our memories we are convinced of our freedom of choice. But we are nothing but puppets on the strings of our past experiences. Only at times we realize that the present always reflects the past. At these moments we do remember.
There also might be memories that have to be buried deep down, because we wouldn’t survive being confronted with them without support by somebody outside of ourselves.
“Silence and fear.” These two words stick out of your mail.
The photograph you sent me is very touching. It is so tender. And you are so open and full of trust. It is a photograph to dream about. Because it visualizes a part of our never-ending desire: to be close to somebody.
I do understand your pain. And I understand that you don´t want to be confronted with it, and that you don´t want to confront yourself with it. I understand that you want to burry this pain deep inside you.
But it is there. It will stay. But then there will be this new morning, and you will feel loved again. A soothing layer will cover your present pain, and you will be healed. And this pain you want to forget about now will then turn into a melancholic memory.
This is how it could be.