Message in a bottle

Thirty years ago and I would have been forced to write down my thoughts in a paper and throw this message in a bottle, wishing, hoping, that the good waves of my destiny would let it hit the shores of your path. The poetry of the immesurable sea has given up to the cold technique of our human artifacts, and right now our hopes are given to the waves of the ether... the ethernet. The codification of 1's and 0's make disappear the romanticism of the words carved in paper, hungry for your eyes, expressing the depth of the feelings within the mark of the ink strokes.

But the feelings would be the same and the dispair for the impossible, the slight possibility of the unlikeliness make it worth it. In these dreams where I can mix fantasy and reality, and create my own fantality, I dream us as we never were, but over all I dream myself as I should have been. When time and espace are pointless, when the pure thought becomes one with the absent reality, when we find together in the same room to look to the future, no past to remember, I feel comforted, warmed by you.

I would like to tell you that I was sadly realistic, that I am sorry, that I died and revived in regret, that I was scared, that I never dared to fight the impossible, that I have so many "thats" to add that I do not know where to start with. And maybe that is the point. Maybe...

The weakness of the night has stolen me these words, that I will let fly free, encapsuled in a bottle of binomial code, to reach whatever coast they have to and be read, maybe, by someone. Or maybe they are not meant to be read, but to be sunk in the seas of dispair, to let them die with the sorrow, gone by the winds, swollen by the inmensity of feelings that will never cease to be and bconme part of me, as you are, and you will, forever.