Within the edges of that blank sheet, I poured my heart out. I wrote the things that I felt that won't ever be materialized into words coming out of my mouth. Behind these words were the emotions that I believe have been preventing me from moving on. As I form the letters and witness the ink surging through the pen, I felt myself forcing out all the baggages I've accumulated over time. And when I burned that letter, it felt as if I was burning all the excess shit in my life.
Maybe it's all mind conditioning or whatever. But all I am saying is: I am moving on.