رسائل إلى آرثر

Dear Arthur...

This morning, as I sipped my coffee, my thoughts plunged into the darkness of existence, then a shadow of a smile slipped into me, like a trace of passing light in an endless tunnel. I remembered those letters I wrote to you, fully aware that you would never read them, yet why does another certainty possess me—that you are real? As if you dwell between the lines, breathing with the ink and pulsing in the empty spaces.

When joy squeezes me, sadness crushes me or boredom gnaws at me, I find myself writing to you, as if throwing my body over the surface of a raging sea, finding in you the tranquility that reality fails to grant me.

Yesterday, I burst into laughter until I nearly choked, for I had planned at the end of my letter: “Please reply quickly,” as if I had lost my mind! Tell me, Arthur, is it possible that I have reached the edge of madness? Or have I merely learned to find solace in your imagined shadow more than in humans?

I write to you and wait for a reply, even though I realize you are but a phantom my imagination drew—a phantom I loved before knowing it. So what if I knew you?

I whisper my words to you on paper, I hear your voice whispering to my heart saying: I am with you...

#Lian_Ser_Alkhatm_Shambati

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سلسلة أدبية تنقل مشاعر وتجارب شخصية عبر رسائل موجهة لشخصية "آرثر" الخيالية، بأسلوب فلسفي شعري يمزج الحزن والتأمل والأمل، تعكس صراعات داخلية وتحولات روحية بأسلوب راقٍ وبليغ.