blueberry mary

dear max,

thank you for calling me yesterday, again. i hope it was at least as nice for you as it was for me. 

i am just writing to tell you that i think i am going to need your help now... of course only if you are in - i do not want to force anything...

i need your help in painting this room. leave spots, draw flowers, splotch your hands and your face, paint with them, cut figures from paper and stick them on the wall... take off your shoes and socks and step into the paint bucket, or just grab it and pour all the colours on the wall. i need a lively 'space' to keep blooming all i got, to help me see the world we share, to not forget even the tiniest detail.

all you see, all you feel is welcomed here, even if it is not completely positive, if it is mysterious, if it is a secret. riddles might be extraordinarily helpful.  anything is important for me. i do not want to forget  even a word from our language. 

this post might seem to be a desperate one, but do not worry. i am alright, it is i just need something i can share with you... and i know that it is not going to be easy, but still... are you willing to help me?

love,

mary, the blueberry