july. thats my month. where i born. then to havin you writin this beautiful tender word makes me feelin like blessed to be born in this month. with all the spoken word you said about how the meaning of life itselft. that had me thinking lately. as when i celebrated my birthday back then. comes to mind the thought of what had been ive done as human till my current ages. is it my life important for myself or im just like a nothing pebble in the nowhere desert. somehow im even feelin lost. but you came here. to reminded me that for livin itself. thats more than enough. and sight of love ive receive from others too actually a proof one that theres so much we could gain in life. just livin kindly. thank you for the letter. love you
i'm reading this in the darkness of the midnight moon, the tired sighs from a long day of work and the heavy thoughts of my uncertain future. though i don't see it nor have i seen the light of the passing days beyond my four walls, i appreciate that every month, i get to see a part of someone's world illuminated: yours. it may be that you sent words way too close to my home, a pit in my heart with waves of a similar caliber. but knowing someone carries just as much weight in their words as their world feels, allows me to breathe again. i want to thank you for continuing to exist because with that am i able to see you without my sight, hear you without the sound and believe that my being right now can be where you are. keep writing. we venture on into august ~
so many emotions in the middle of rainy afternoon and caught myself humming trivia:love and how his way to express love reaches me and reaches many people too, thank u for your words fawzul, i hope you find love in the rainy afternoon, late nights, holding your loved ones 🤍
I only became acquainted with your existence around a month ago, it's crazy how much impact you've had on me in such a short time. I've been a writer for as long as I can remember, words have always been my comfort. But rarely have I found someone else whose words have brought me as much comfort as yours do. Existence can truly be the loneliest thing, but I hope you know how much you've touched the lives of others. Your words have helped me dream again, and that's the biggest gift you can give someone. Thank you for doing what you do.
the first time i read your writing i was so moved. i can't even put into words how your work always seems to inspire me and makes me happy. truly, thank you so much for these letters. ㅠㅠ
I find great comfort in your words fawz. The feelings which I struggle to put into words and the comfort words I want to say to myself- I find everything in your words. Your words inspire me to write even though I am not good with words. It was a good read as always. Love you<3
teared up at the thought of someone dropping a letter in my email like this. offering a piece of their creative spirit to others, like me. was anticipating your july letter but of course it arrived in the best way: when i least expected it, wrapped up in my own personal chaos. this was refreshing, this was gratifying. thank you fawz again and again.
as a writer myself, this resonated deeply with me. i was talking to someone once and i mentioned that being a writer is like having two sparks of creativity a month and other than that, nothing happens. they said maybe that's how it's supposed to be. i think about that a lot. your last letter felt like a hug and this one makes me want to hug you. we're all existing, and it truly is a beautiful and miserable things. thank you for your words and recommendations. just know that someone would be here to read your words the next month too. you're one of the strangers i admire :') maybe when we're admiring strangers, some stranger has been admiring us too. lots of love.
As someone who used to write, I felt every word of this. I think these kind of things say a lot about the influence we take from other people, good or bad, intentional or not. Some times, it feels like we can only share other's ideas, but as long as we say them with our ow words, in on our context, they become ours, I think.
Similarly, you made me think a lot about why history and archives and written down(? things are so interesting to think about, just like the things that haven't been written down or the detachment from them. Anyways, I don't know how to put that into words.
I'm sure one day you'll know what it means to be loved, maybe sooner than later. From the little I know about you, you seem like an easy person to love.
july. thats my month. where i born. then to havin you writin this beautiful tender word makes me feelin like blessed to be born in this month. with all the spoken word you said about how the meaning of life itselft. that had me thinking lately. as when i celebrated my birthday back then. comes to mind the thought of what had been ive done as human till my current ages. is it my life important for myself or im just like a nothing pebble in the nowhere desert. somehow im even feelin lost. but you came here. to reminded me that for livin itself. thats more than enough. and sight of love ive receive from others too actually a proof one that theres so much we could gain in life. just livin kindly. thank you for the letter. love you
you, your words, are full of warmth. they are raw and real. thank you so much.
i'm reading this in the darkness of the midnight moon, the tired sighs from a long day of work and the heavy thoughts of my uncertain future. though i don't see it nor have i seen the light of the passing days beyond my four walls, i appreciate that every month, i get to see a part of someone's world illuminated: yours. it may be that you sent words way too close to my home, a pit in my heart with waves of a similar caliber. but knowing someone carries just as much weight in their words as their world feels, allows me to breathe again. i want to thank you for continuing to exist because with that am i able to see you without my sight, hear you without the sound and believe that my being right now can be where you are. keep writing. we venture on into august ~
so many emotions in the middle of rainy afternoon and caught myself humming trivia:love and how his way to express love reaches me and reaches many people too, thank u for your words fawzul, i hope you find love in the rainy afternoon, late nights, holding your loved ones 🤍
I only became acquainted with your existence around a month ago, it's crazy how much impact you've had on me in such a short time. I've been a writer for as long as I can remember, words have always been my comfort. But rarely have I found someone else whose words have brought me as much comfort as yours do. Existence can truly be the loneliest thing, but I hope you know how much you've touched the lives of others. Your words have helped me dream again, and that's the biggest gift you can give someone. Thank you for doing what you do.
Your words always finds a way to pleasantly linger in the corners of my heart. As always I loved every part of this letter
the first time i read your writing i was so moved. i can't even put into words how your work always seems to inspire me and makes me happy. truly, thank you so much for these letters. ㅠㅠ
This is such a great letter definately will share it with many people ..tysm :)
i am speechless. i love your words and the great timing. thank you again and again.
I find great comfort in your words fawz. The feelings which I struggle to put into words and the comfort words I want to say to myself- I find everything in your words. Your words inspire me to write even though I am not good with words. It was a good read as always. Love you<3
teared up at the thought of someone dropping a letter in my email like this. offering a piece of their creative spirit to others, like me. was anticipating your july letter but of course it arrived in the best way: when i least expected it, wrapped up in my own personal chaos. this was refreshing, this was gratifying. thank you fawz again and again.
as a writer myself, this resonated deeply with me. i was talking to someone once and i mentioned that being a writer is like having two sparks of creativity a month and other than that, nothing happens. they said maybe that's how it's supposed to be. i think about that a lot. your last letter felt like a hug and this one makes me want to hug you. we're all existing, and it truly is a beautiful and miserable things. thank you for your words and recommendations. just know that someone would be here to read your words the next month too. you're one of the strangers i admire :') maybe when we're admiring strangers, some stranger has been admiring us too. lots of love.
As someone who used to write, I felt every word of this. I think these kind of things say a lot about the influence we take from other people, good or bad, intentional or not. Some times, it feels like we can only share other's ideas, but as long as we say them with our ow words, in on our context, they become ours, I think.
Similarly, you made me think a lot about why history and archives and written down(? things are so interesting to think about, just like the things that haven't been written down or the detachment from them. Anyways, I don't know how to put that into words.
I'm sure one day you'll know what it means to be loved, maybe sooner than later. From the little I know about you, you seem like an easy person to love.