A Very Well Put Letter To My Dearest Friends

Dear friends,

I wish I could go with you, I really do. I wish I could meet you at least halfway and provide you with a fully interesting experience; see you somewhere down the road, the path of our lives, and maybe join in an amicable and extraordinary voyage into the unknown future. Sadly, I can not. I shall not.

The problem, you see, is that I never go halfway: I always go too far. I always manage to get lost along the road, losing touch with my acquaintances. I take a different path and so I must ask you to understand. I must ask you to forgive me my detours, my gloomy alleys, my bleak pathways. And do forgive me the times I just disappeared. But I’m afraid the wholehearted truth is somewhat more complex: you must understand I am not your average traveler; I do not have the ability to distance myself and so I always stumble on rocks bigger than most… and usually imperceptible to others. My companions (you) always strike me more than I should allow.

So do try to let me wander for I know someday I must find my way home. And truth be told, you are not so far from it… Do try to measure the distance we must travel not in miles; not in your average, well-known to all, scientific measurements. Do try if you could just grant me one wish: measure the road according to the size of my heart.

Sally

Inspirado por: “A Short Note to My Very Critical and Well-Beloved Friends and Comrades” June Jordan