Open Letter.

I sit here today on the 7th February 2013 reflecting upon all the roots that have grown from me and all the branches I want to expose to the people I know and also yet to meet. I’ve always written for the release; it is like the moment in garden state where Largeman climbs up high and just shouts at the top of his lungs. It’s like crying, it’s a cleansing, the end to a moment and the chance to start another.

I look at my journals and barely legible text and realise I’m a lot more selfish with my writing then I thought I was. All I’m doing for the majority is exercising my troubles and demons and presuming people will find the same interest and positives I do from writing it. I’ll admit that I genuinely love melancholy films and words, as I think it’s beautiful that humans; for all there progress and abilities on Earth can still be destroyed by intangible things like love, loss and longing for things they haven’t got. Being fragile is the best part of being a human. We should take nothing for granted and cherish each day as it arrives into our lives.

What I am trying to get at is people don’t need more tales of woe and disillusion; they normally have their own demon sitting on their shoulder. I want to be a truthful representation of my spine and framework. I want to be a voice and offer hope and show the beauty of having dreams. I would love to think I have the ability in me to guide people, but I need to offer more to you, my audience.

So from today I will lock the door on some of the struggles I know and instead use my words like windows and offer something fresher, something alternative for you to take in and breathe.

Kind regards

Luke Aaron