The particular letter is inspired by incomparable Vivien Leigh’s performance in a Streetcar Named Desire created by one of the greatest Maestro of a typewriter.  Especially by the final scene ‘I have always depended on the kindness of strangers’. Blanche represents one very peculiar kind of people  I always fail to understand. Too fragile and too vulnerable. Since life isn’t beach, it occasionally puts them in the environment that  is inhabited by other kinds among which there are species that can hardly be called ‘human’. It’s so painful to watch. Thank God there are no many people like Blanche.  I always have an invincible desire to say ‘Enough’ and to re-make them. In moments like these I wish I was God.

 

XXLove letters

 

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Date When my heart could afford a cheap hug

 

 

Sometimes everything is upside down,

 

I need one hug,

 

And I don’t need to explain,

 

One touch that isn’t formal,

 

It’s not out of obligation,

 

It’s not even erotic,

 

A stranger’s lips may make it perfect,

 

 It is a trustful delusion,

 

The cessation of breath that lasts only one night,

 

 Yesterday I woke up,

 

And felt almost happy,

 

He was still sleeping right next to me,

 

Yesterday morning he violated his morning habit,

 

He didn’t vanish like the Holy Spirit,

 

After he tasted the flavor of smoke,

  

Superman didn’t do,

 

What the director said him to do,

 

He crawled out of bed and almost vanished,

 

When he was properly covered in cloth,

 

I didn’t try to be nice,

 

I have good manners,

 

I offered him coffee and a croissant,

 

It means we both did our best,

 

Loneliness was lucky,

 

The moment he said ‘yes’,

 

Our night expired,

 

Our days were ready to start,

 

No complications though,

 

Few compliments were hired,

 

When I first met him,

 

I took a quick glance at his hair,

 

His hair part was perfect,

 

I instantly knew,

 

He ambitiously thought,

 

He was a nighttime god,

 

We enjoyed our coffee together,

 

Without sharing thoughts,

 

It was one hour of falsification,

 

He was a pocket version,

 

A miniature of you,

 

He was a poltergeist,

 

I had the entire life to enjoy after he happily left,

 

Don’t forget being well-mannered,

 

Good manners sometimes help,

 

It’s how I spend yesterday night,

 

One-night stand with a self-lover,

 

No complications,

 

I guess,

 

We will see in the end,

 

It’s how I killed one more today morning,

 

We couldn’t spend together,

 

Now my typical old apartment is again a posh classic eight,

 

Overcrowded with my creatures,

 

In a literal and a figurative sense,

 

They dance on the windowsill,

 

They mime snowflakes twirling and falling,

 

The jump among my thoughts,

 

Falling out of my head,

 

The winter sky glows.