A Letter to the passengers

Stop withering
in the Garden of social anxiety,
and drowning in the sea of temptation.
Quit painting your soul
with brush of depression,
and caging your dreams
within bars of fears.

The calendar is spinning...
Borrow some time from life,
and spend the currency of love
to feel every moment.

Listen to the tunes
trapped in the halls of your heart,
and keep on passing the blessings
until they come back to you.

Love yourself
before it's too late...
because dressed in black
she's delivering the letters to the passengers,
and you never know
when your vacation is going to end?