An anonymous letter

Dear friend,

I don't know if its long since I last wrote to you, but I guess its needed tonight.

I know there has been a lot happening in your life in the past few months. You have moved through this castle called time, and now you're wondering about the things which made you felt like home, as they once were in your life.

You are sad about it, and I can know that even without you telling me.

You say you feel a void, and I understand it. A void. There was a time when you felt complete and brimmed with chunks of life. Everything was well in place, as you found it to be.

So you found yourself like a coffee mug which is brimmed, and complete with the essence of a sultry morning,

Today you miss things which you once felt were really important, and I agree, they were.

But then, have you thought about today, differently?

If you were brimmed and complete with the jest which made your heart beat louder, how did people like me, beautiful poetry, movies, conversations sneak in?

That is because, we humans, can never be full of anything.

If there are these places, which you know as voids, there must be spaces like the ones between pages of a book, lips of your mother as she'd smile, spaces between an endless words like these and spaces where awkward silences could make you feel complete.

You cry tears you don't deserve, because you fell in love with occupied rooms which looked like home.

Now that your tears have left, its time you learn to leave too.

Voids may be places to visit for you, but places filled with a sparkling haze, should now be home to you, dear stargazer.

Now you know why we are all travelers, and why wanderlust is not merely a choice.

Move, I am along!

-your unseen friend