Letters to M.,

Inner thoughts rarely find their way into words,
and when they do, they stagger out – fractured, twisted, misunderstood;
they come dressed in social clothing, softened and disguised;
spoken aloud, they would turn into dust,
leaving the feelings behind – silent, without even an echo…

I started writing these letters three years ago to free my heart from memories and judgements. I found this process enriching my inner peace.
With each letter I laid down on scattered papers, as I didn’t plan to write more of them from the beginning, I managed to unlock my heart.

My name is Eva Grace and I invite you to see the world through my eyes and feel it with my heart.