Monday, November 9, 2015

Letter to Maya

Maya Chase M44710 P.O. Box 99 Pontiac, IL 61764 *Address envelopes to Jared Chase.

Maya,

hi is Sebastian, an irregular activist,
nothing much from this side,
but the information those who support you manage to convey to the world,
and from this small planet(were I imagine to be), with only 2 occupants; my lovely rose, and i.

dreaming about a better world, scared of that snake that is waiting for me to betray my nativity and corrupt my soul, leaving me static in a netherworld, away from my loved princess, that little rose that resembles my dreams.

yes, this is a mutated version of the children's book, the 'little prince' because that's how i feel about the world, and in a very interpersonal way, i think, that's how you feel, being near that snake that killed him, and ended the story in a very dramatic way, yet, giving the readers the sensation of maturity, as when we were children, we were naive and free, but as soon as we break that cocoon, some become corrupted, some even become against those who are still thinking about freedom, or peace, or anything that made us, and you, be where we are, in the loneliness places of all, travelling to the mental worlds of choices, being incarcerated by that same system that created the snake, when the dreams we grew, the dreams we have, are in a very, very far place form where we come to the realization, that yes, it exists, as those who imagine live to inspire us to keep reaching the infinite, the better world, the world were beauty is appreciated without being material, where peace is not having a placed surrounded by weapons but education and integration, where children aren't in the streets, prostituting themselves because they were sold to the mafia or the cartels and are playing on how to be astronauts, engineers, or rescuers of dreams, that world, is the one worth dying for, being incarcerated for, working for...

...and Maya, hang on, your friends are gonna be there for you, and the world is watching those against those who want freedom, even if is in the capital of the so called freedom, because freedom is a constant, not a subjective measurement to see who has more privileges over others, no, freedom means to rectify and become a worker that will help others reach their dreams, and not the dark, painful dreams dictators have or twisted individuals have, but the dreams the ones suffering this raw world want for their children, were they can have their youth and opportunity to grow with all the help they need, in order to help you, or other, to find the roads to be happy again, as when we were naive and free.