A Letter

I never realized how overwhelming it could be when one reflected on one’s heart and soul. I have never felt so much emotion at one time aside from holding my child for the first time. Describing such emotion is near impossible. Here I was standing in a public place unable to fully control my feelings. I wanted to cry, scream, yell, and laugh all at the same time.

We left the museum just after six. I had not realized that we had been in there for four hours. Time had flown by as I lost myself within…myself.

Gretal directed the cab driver to take us to a place called Kindling. I didn’t pay much attention to the drive there. My mind was still back on the experience at the museum. I couldn’t grasp it all. It all seemed too much for me.

I followed Gretal blindly into the restaurant. Later I would try to describe the room we ate in but would fail. I couldn’t see past our table.