P.S.

Good morning, my sun. 

I have been missing you all these years. 

I told you many times that I will be coming back. 

 I have returned again, breathing and living. And I'm staying! 

I fell in love, madness... And now you'll have to lead me out of it. 

We can be friends again like we used to be back in the day. 

A field of barley and a dark cloud above, you told me how we will repeatedly find our way back to each other. 

Another day, with another sun, in my evergreen forest. 

I'll take those walks and be with you, asking questions and finding answers. 

This is not it; it's just a beautiful morning wrapping around my heart and soul. 

I feel all of it, and it's such a treasure. 

My life turned beautiful, complete with mercy and courage. For every time my heart breaks I shift myself on a higher ground than the one before. It makes me who I am, gives me what I need and keeps all those extraordinary things for myself.

/IK looks around the forest; it's all so familiar. She buries all teacups around, except one, and buries them in the ground. The one which was the very first one will stay. The tea will be poured into it once in a while, and a conversation will rise as the path goes on. It doesn't matter who will drink from it. She knows it will be shared along the way, travelling through the time. Because that's what this has been about from the very beginning.