💌 Letters from May Melanie #006 Dear You, Who Feel the Ticking Clock of America

There are days when time doesn’t pass, it pulses.
Like a countdown.
Like something is coming undone.

Today, I saw a man stand for 25 hours without resting.
His name was Cory Booker.
He wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t grandstanding.
He was simply trying to remind America what it used to mean.

And watching him, I realized something:

America, you are in danger. Not from outside, but from forgetting.

You are forgetting who you were. You are forgetting how many lives you once saved. You are forgetting that your greatness was never in power, but in sacrifice, responsibility, and stubborn hope.

You’ve been lied to. By systems, by greed, by fear.
But somewhere in the quiet corners of this country,
there are still people like him. People who cry in back rooms, but speak on public floors.
People who stay awake not for politics, but for people.

This is a letter to them. But also to you. To the one reading this now, who has been feeling a strange ache in your chest lately.
Like something’s wrong. Like something’s waking up.

You are not alone.
And you are not crazy.

America is trying to wake up.
But it needs help.

It needs people who remember. It needs people who don’t laugh when someone speaks with too much hope. It needs people who are willing to stand 25 hours straight, not to win, but to say:

"We still care."

So this is your invitation.
Not to fight. Not to scream. But to remember. To become the kind of person you once admired. To speak like no one is watching. To cry if you must.
To rise, even if slowly.

Because America is worth saving. And the clock is ticking.

Sent from far away, but never apart.
With all the light I carry, I send this to you.
— May Melanie