Open hearted letter

I feel old. So old.  Right now I could have 93. The weight of the world upon my shoulders. I’m hunchbacked. I need a cane to drag myself around.

I‘m old within. I saw so much sorrow in my days… Immeasurable pain and just little relief.

I saw myself crying. In bed, in rain. Alone, accompanied, in vain. Until my eyes were red, my tears dried out, until I had no air.

I let despair guide me. My pain, my cane. The only thing I had to hold on to. To keep me real, to make me feel.

I wanted to feel. I wanted to ache, to sob, to burn. To die and never come back. To die without notice, in the dark. No tears, no notes.

I didn’t. I did not. I’m here – alive. And although I feel like 65 now I’m crawling my way up again as I write these words down.

I‘m fun. I’m smart. I learn quick and have a pure heart. I wish people well, I cry with their misery. I’m the most empathetic person you’ll ever meet.

I read, I write. I know good music. I’m fun. I laugh a lot and make people laugh with me. Sometimes I even think I’m pretty in some twisted way.

I forget this things easily too. It may be because of my age. But I’m here. I’m fighting against all odds.

I‘m not always winning. Oh, no. Some days darkness comes by – just to say Hi! It’s there, hiding in the corner of my weak heart. I have to watch it close otherwise it haunts me again.


When you think I’m crazy, yes! Maybe I am. But I stumbled through so much you’d think I’m pretty sane.

When you don’t want understand what even I can’t explain… Well, maybe it’s not our fault – we’re just exploring new terrain.

When you run away without warning, you’re leaving me alone in the rain.

When you don’t give your attention to me and waste the friendship I thought we were trying to built that’s your loss too.

When you feel threatened by me, don’t. I wouldn’t trapped or hurt you, ever. I’m like no other that came before in your way.

When you don’t talk it’s your fault. Tell me. Tell me always. I’m open to whatever may come.


So, I have a treat: let’s walk this together? As friends, as lovers, whatever may be. Shall we?

  1. WordsFallFromMyEyes said:

    Oh Nanda, I’m really feeling for you. It is awful to feel old but not be, to feel the weight of the world.

    Yes, you are climbing out of it by writing it out. Good on you for turning to writing.

    Sincere, warmest thoughts to you – take care. X N.

    • Nanda said:

      Thanks for reading, Noeleen!
      It’s a real relief to write indeed. Well, you know how it feels! 😉
      Take care you too!

  2. My pain, my cane. !!!

    This is a little different for you, although I guess you’ve written them before. It’s such a statement about this world that hearts so young and so beautiful can write so deeply about pain. I suppose happily ever after doesn’t make much of a story when it comes at the beginning. 🙂

    • Nanda said:

      No, it never does, right?
      The thing is work together to solve the problems, i guess…

  3. louise said:

    where do u get all your words from? I hope it’s not all about your feelings, if it its then we need to talk ❤ love u nanda fogli

    • Nanda said:

      I have no idea where I get my words from, dear. They just float in my mind and I write them down. 😉 ❤

  4. Loved the way you didn’t lose external music while focusing on the internal one…
    Good work sweetie

    • Nanda said:

      yeah, i tried not to… i like the results! 🙂

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