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H.A Aioub | Nov 25 2008

hey you! How are you doing?

The reason why I’m sending this letter is that strange feeling I’ve felt at 1:30 am Saturday morning. It was that stream of emotions that dwells within us giving us the feeling of incompleteness when a soul departs, may it be to another place, or to a completely another plain of existence; even though they were there, and all of that talk about making the movie real and the great aura of hope shining around us—all of these didn’t suffice for me, and when someone called, it didn’t suffice either.

Something was missing, something is missing. The point is, I’m not mentally damaged my brother but I love you. Well, it might be true, and it might be some egomaniac, narcissistic writer who seeks a way to unleash his creativity by pretending to live the moment.

I don’t know, but allow me to be more honest, I don’t care. All I know is that I need a revolution, a silent revolution because it deals with changing an individual manifested in this case as me. I don’t know from where to start, and I don’t know if this is the right thing to do, all I know that I need to change and that I’m seeing it coming, so, this might be the last piece of the old me, I want you to cherish it, to respect it, to remember it because this is how I truly am, and if it happened that I became someone else, this will remind me of myself.

Even when I am armed with that huge quantity of knowledge and wisdom that suppose to eliminate all that drives a human being into wonder—I still wonder, why do we have to deny our enormous need to memories?

I hope that none is behind you now lest it would be awkward, so I will avoid more talking and press the sending button before I fall a victim to fear and delete it.

Take care, and see you soon. (from my book, To Dream...)

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