A Letter

Hello. I write to you from the darkness. Before your mind imagines a gloomed dungeon or a morose location. I’m merely in the living room, and my child sleeps beside me clicking his tongue as though he was a bat in the night without a move but the drearily waving dangle that hangs from his tired left hand. His mother, my partner isn’t anywhere nearer to being awake than the rest of the house and all that makes a sound is the groaning of the game console and the tired snoring dog. They’re all but beautiful, somberly adrift in their own palaces of whatever dreams it is that takes them away from the waking hours.

I sigh to myself, grateful that the throat is finally recovering from another bout of bronchitis, anxious about the opportunities I face this coming week, and instead of coaxing the child and his mother off to the beds, I have them sleep where the tired heads of theirs fell but if only for the time it takes to write this.

You, like me, are likely writers hopefully readers and often dream. I cross my fingers in dear hope that you do. Whether it’s my fate of recent developments to my health or what have you, I rarely do, least of remember but a faint Deja Vu that I grasp tightly to. Hoping I remember the horrors faced to write it down for later consumption by you and my fingers that type out day after day after the shift is done. 

The reason I write to you instead of dropping another part to the chapters that are slowly coming to fruition in this blog, it dawned on me today that my dream is quickly becoming a reality. 

Not only has Lady Fortuna laid her eyes on me, but has graced me with a hope for a better world that I’m making my own. I’m still a student starting my senior year in college. Among the graces of being married and having healthy children, I’ve made the dream of being a writer a goal that has met a light. I’ve managed to adapt and evolve in a way that I can take care of what I want to do while also aiming in achieving the needs that can amplify the ‘What & Why’.

I still struggle, still yearn for a day when there’s nothing to be done, but I take from the stoics, I take from the examples left to my interpretations, and managed to develop my own form of pleasantness and joy. Maybe you call that a sappy endeavour, I think ‘so what’. Isn’t that what we all aim for? It’s quickly fleeting but easily grasped nowadays, and all I have to remind myself is that I only fail if I quit. 

It’s Bradbury that mentions this. I personally wish the man was a grandfather of mine, likely many of us do, however, I take from the lessons he left behind just as I do when I read King, Vonnegut, or the recent one of my favorites Ms. Penny. One can only achieve greatness by taking it day by day, or like Lamont states ‘Bird by Bird’. 

Now with that, I can joyously state that I finally found a groove, not per se my groove as one may, but it’s a groove that brings resolute confidence to what motivates me. My hours for work coincide with the need to breathe and be merry, which falls into the flow of being the husband and father I always aim to be, which rounds up the ending of my nights often with this. The many parts to what will become my first hope in stories. My first step to being me, the me I’ve always aimed in being. 

So with that I close the laptop, signing off with a wish to you and yours and with a delighted thank you for the support and continued readings of DreamDarkStories.

Thank You. M. R. Vega

Published by Matty R. B.

I'm a writer, artist, story teller and avid reader. I preside in the realm between reality and fiction dabbling on memory, dream, and the grasp of darkness that gets us all. I rest when the weary wake and live through the odd hours and hot desert of filed terrors and mysteries. Welcome to DreamDarkStories.

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