Dear Me
I dreamed last night of a crossroads and of winds passing by, I dreamed that I was one and the same Me, just like when I saw you behind the coffee tree that had thrown its roots in the window between the rocks of the mountain that you embraced when you ask me to meet you. I dreamed of memories from then and now and it seems that the days have not passed since the dream changed. You told me in the shadows how your days passed when you were on the sea and I listened to the silence so we could finally hear eachother. We felt the rain and we sat down at the foot of the tree, you held out your hand and I knew it was the same and different at the same time.
In the silence of meanings we heard the light trotting of the unicorns, we got up and floated on them to that world about which only two Me could know. A world without clothes, without superfluous words, without lights that you must carefully avoid otherwise you go blind, a world without a name, a world in which mirrors do not mirror but are contained.
We reunited with the silhouettes we lost when we had left and it was quiet….
I opened my eyes to the caress of the sun and I knew it was not a dream. I can’t wait to see you again, but the shadows don’t allow you to, so I thought I would prepare a surprise party for them. Imagine that the rightful owners of the shadows will receive an invitation to the party of the year where all the important people must be. Guess what?! From the entrance our shadows Mewill call the shadows of the guests, will acquaint them and will give them freedom to shade. Maybe they’ll be too busy to split us in two… What do you think? Shall we organize the party?
I hug you until the next shadow,
Me
a letter by Monica Măgureanu
