A letter to P.C,

You say that the world has its language, and if we really want to find out why we are here, we shoud study it...I try, i do my best to understand the language which i have never heard, I cant find it in the books, I ask people, but they have heard nothing. What a strange language is it.Nobody can speak on it, nobody know its letter, nobody have ever heard.
You say that whole our life depends on discovering the miracle of a day. I just discovered that the day is a challenge of wasting our time. I look, but I cant see. I have lost something,and I don,t know what it is, I even don,t rember, but I am looking for it with whole my faith that someday I,ll find it,
You have said that Life is something worth to be lived beautifuly, i just found beautiful faces and masks, and when i from time to time get tired of pretending too, people start hate me, but sometimes i start hate myself for being so naive.
From time to time someone come to remind me that I am too stupid as I still believe in words and people.both are the most beautiful lies of the world..
You say the winner always stays alone,
I would perefer to be the winner and stay alone, that to be nobody and be alone.............