Letter in a Bottle

Life turns out to be so confusing…

You come across dreams, achievements, lost battles and forgotten thoughts. But never had I, in a million years, dreamt I’d lose each and every pillar of my life.

It was  Tuesday morning. A normal working day. Said “hello” to everyone there and sat at the desk. Then, the phone rang. She wasn’t even brave enough to face me and discuss her motivations and reasons with me. She didn’t need to. She was the absolute, snob, “gold digger” boss. She fired me!

Two weeks  went  by. Things got really complicated, with my son having a liver condition and spending all my savings taking care of him.

I was the only  provider! ‘How the hell was my family going to survive without me’, I thought.

I cried. I wept. I faded.

An entire week in bed drove me into depression. The moment I needed my family the most…they left me! She ran away with the kid, sold the house while I was in bed, found a wealthy husband and was gone. I loved her so much… I’m so angry.

I try to think that anger is just a state of mind, so I often forget about it and start  imagining  birds being carried in the breeze and flowers growing in a field.

Thoughts went by, some staying, some going away.

Life under a bridge isn’t so bad. The worst thing is life without  love. The lack of consideration, opportunities and love - that is the ultimate killer.

Words are nothing more than a poor imitation of feelings, so I keep them to myself. I’d rather remember my happiness than talk about it. I often end up sad talking about good moments gone by. That’s my life. If you can call it that.

Wandering in the streets in the evening, so that no one can see me. Dreaming about my wife and son. Turning back to anger and bad memories.

But I’ve done it for too long. Months went by, as tears dried and memories died.

I’m going to put this letter in a bottle and let the river take it down to broader waters as my body will sink in the river bed, but never my thoughts.

I just hope they are happy now. No more cold nights, no more anger, no more sullen looks. Just me and the wind, and my memories…

by João Diogo, 10th Year, Class 19