My Person

: You possess extraordinary abilities—I cannot help but praise you! This capacity you have to speak so fearlessly about the hearts of so many people—such power belongs to precious few. You are a very different kind of person. I'm curious to know: have you lived through such experiences yourself at some point? Or is what you've written truly the voice of your own heart? Surely you're aware that your heart's words have profoundly moved people?

: This realm of thought is entirely my own, where I find comfort contemplating myself; yet the contemporary picture as I see it appears thus to my eyes, naturally taking shape through my pen—most of it purely my personal opinion. I don't believe any of my own experiences or evolving knowledge continues within it; rather, I've felt it essential simply to maintain awareness.

What I write may not be the voice of my heart at all! The thoughts that bloom in my writing may not contain any expression of my own consciousness! I write not with anyone in mind. Whether the time I wish to write works for or against me is not yours to know.

: Step silently away from your external position, return to the intimacy of your heart. Look! You have crossed milestones of profound understanding of life and self-reflection in your writing. Such praise belongs to you alone. Why shouldn't I know all this? I am, after all, your writer-self. My purpose lies in following the trajectory of your heart. Have you ever wondered whether those who gaze spellbound at your writing have ever managed to understand you?

: My writing alone is never the only means to understand me. You know I've never tried to write from such expectations.

: The writing you've unconsciously prepared yourself to seek, which in your eyes is a wilderness of the finest words, which will give birth to the greatest legend of your life—surely you still nurture the dream of being able to write it, and so you've found refuge in this straw of deep feeling!

: Without doubt, I want that.

: Many have surely been able to write their heart's words about you. But has anyone ever been able to write the words of your heart? They haven't, I suppose? I know such people are hard to find. Understanding you is certainly not easy.

: Many have written, but none of it has touched me. But yes, there is one whose feelings bring me great peace—I am fundamentally theirs, I am each of their letters.