Pixelated Letters

Pixelated Letters

It’s the middle of summer. My birthday is in 6 days, and I am daydreaming about returning home. I am daydreaming about the school yard I grew up on and sleeping through the night without a night terror concerning your death.

It’s been a year since this world- in the physical sense- came crashing down. The physical boundaries and pleasures of life ceased to exist on July 4th 2020 and survival is now dependent on imagination- not reality. Nutrition, shelter, hope, belonging, status, power, purpose and structure are no longer obtained through the third dimension. Each person is now required to live and survive through the fifth dimension. People everywhere are dying and falling a part without the rules and structure of the third dimension, due to their inability to believe in the unseen. My night terrors are getting more and more vivid, and I am so scared that your “need to see in order to believe,” will be the cause of your death.

So I am manifesting this “physical written letter,” with the things that will help you to believe. I need you to find a way to survive on your own in this new world, so that we can find each other and help restore a balance within both worlds.

I was 10 when we met for the first time and you were 16. That very moment stayed frozen in my mind as if it was physical photo. Your eyes were clear and your smile was warm.You didn’t say a word, but I knew how gentle you were. I knew your smile was a smile of kindness and not a smile of ego. So… I smiled back. You continued walk by, but I didn’t feel defeated like I had all the other times when the other older guys didn’t notice me at all. I felt secure and safe in being a 10 year old who had a 30 second crush and who love to daydream. The urgency to grow up and be someone who I wasn’t never came when I saw you- so I captured the moment as if it was photo, and kept it locked in my heart… as if it was a photo locked in a heart shaped locket.

13 years pass by. I am 23 and you are 30. I come across a picture of the stairs that belonged to elementary school that we first met at. I see it and immediately cling to that photo as if it is my heart. I looked to see who took it, and I see your name. I smiled and sent you a message, on the off chance you remembered me from when I was younger. You did respond, but again… I didn’t feel defeated at all. I didn’t feel shut down. I simply felt happy and content that I had found your picture of the school that we used to go to.

A few months go by and I come across a heading that says “My Soulmate.” My interest in love and soulmates and happy ever afters was an innocent and hopeful interest, so I clicked on the heading with the hope that I was this person’s soulmate. The photo was a photo that I immediately knew was meant for me, but when I realized you were the photographer… I was shocked. I messaged you, but again… no response. Yet again, I am okay with your lack of response and smile as I again make your photo a part of my heart.

A month later, I publish an article about adventures and time. It was a written article with no pictures associated with it and very little following. Yet.. I receive an email from you, with a photo attached to it. A photo that is so perfectly in tuned with the message I was trying to convey, that it made my article useless. The photo once again becomes a part of me and my heart, and as I look at the photographer’s name… I knew that you had recognized that we were connected in a way that transcend physical time and space.

The problem then and the problem now… is that you do not believe in the things that transcend physical time and space. But please… try to see this letter as proof… that believing is seeing and not the other way around.