To My White Butterfly,
I think I am digging a well for water in a land where there is none, and the deeper I go, the harder it will be for me to get out. I am already starting to feel suffocated.
Even if there is water, I will be so tired that I still won’t be able to get out. I will die in the water I wanted to drink.
I am still relentlessly digging the well, maybe because I am hoping for a glimpse of water. I know people are so thirsty that they will drink it even if there is my blood in it.
I don’t blame the thirsty people, nor do I want them to dig the well with me. I just look into their eyes and seek empathy.
I was looking for that empathy in your eyes.
With love,
Mehboob