Dear Love

[Magenta 5,165]

 

 

Dear Love,

 

My mind is not mine. It is evil. It is a time bomb, waiting to go off, biding its time. And it does, every once in awhile. Like you witnessed it.

 

My life is an eternally healing wound. Every time the wound closes, it is torn apart. By the evil. My Mind. What use is a bomb if it goes off in an empty desert? Better if it goes off on a beach with a lot of people. So much the better if it goes off near a palm tree, protecting two people from the rays of the sun. Two people, locked in a first. That’s my Mind. That’s the bomb. And we thought we knew evil.

 

If my Mind is not mine, then what am I? I am not much of anything. I am just a scapegoat. I am the one who faces the music. And having faced so much of it, it literally sounds like music to me now. My Mind goes around pissing people off, and I suffer.

 

Yes, you weren’t its first victim. I was. It made my closest friend and confidant its next victim. Next was my idol. And then numerous others. It ruined my life. It is evil. But I say that now. It wasn’t too long ago that I had Hope. And it wasn’t too long ago that my Mind read out “Hope” from the list. Even she abandoned me. All I have left is a small piece of cloth, about an inch by an inch. It was what I had clung to. A part of her sleeve. And as if nothing was enough, my Mind had made me dig my nails into it and… I cry thinking about it. My Mind taunts me about it. Evil.

 

Why am I telling you this? I am sure you expected an apology, and just an apology. I don’t know why I didn’t just write an “I’m sorry, hope you forgive me.” I guess one must sometimes stay an inch away from reason. For reason, is what my Mind calls itself. Maybe reason is a good thing, maybe it isn’t.

 

But yes, I do apologise. Probably you won’t forgive me. I don’t expect you to. I don’t expect anything, nowadays. Expectation went where Hope went. Away from me.

 

I apologize to you, not in the hope of reconciliation. I apologize on behalf of my enemy. I apologize as a victim, to another victim.

 

I am sorry.

 

 

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Edited August 5, 2018 by Magenta

[Destrod 2,634]

Approved.

 

 

I really liked the piece, it reminds me of a strong relationship trying to force it's way out, something very deep. Good read! A bit more length to it would be nice.

 

PS: My bad for the capitalization 'corrections'. I was just skimming through  :(

Edited October 28, 2017 by Destrod

[Magenta 5,165]

Something that I expect nobody to understand, even Des here didn't:

 

This letter isn't to a certain Mrs. Love. No, we are talking about emotions as separate people. We seem to be talking to people about people, but it really is just a reference.

 

While it is difficult to pinpoint a purpose of this, one issue it addresses is how the mind often tears people's lives. We often suffer unjustifiable mental agony, and this often ends up in chaos in our lives.

 

We also are often things that we do not want to be. I myself, am a procrastinator. I understand this, and try to control myself, but I often fail. The author of this letter, too, is something that he doesn't want to be.

 

​However, I made sure that the whole thing is fully open to interpretation. Think of it as you please.

 

Edited October 29, 2017 by Magenta

[VaudeVille 1,428]

You have no idea how much I relate to this

[GeekSHizzle 522]

Dear satan :D  i want you to die@ :D

Edited November 22, 2017 by GeekSHizzle

[Magenta 5,165]

Dear satan :D  i want you to die@ :D

That's the thing. The in real world out there, there's no satan or angel, evil or good. The differences aren't that clear cut. A decision is never between black and white, it's always gray. Everything is good in it's own unique way, everything is bad in it's own unique way, it is impossible to objectively rank them and say "this is better than that." Real life is infinitely more complicated than that.

[r_I_already_won0 2,339]

That's the thing. The in real world out there, there's no satan or angel, evil or good. The differences aren't that clear cut. A decision is never between black and white, it's always gray. Everything is good in it's own unique way, everything is bad in it's own unique way, it is impossible to objectively rank them and say "this is better than that." Real life is infinitely more complicated than that.

This statement in itself presupposes an objective vantage point.  Stick with "real life is infinitely complex and with many shades of gray" and you'll be fine.

 

I liked the piece.  It would fit nicely into the end of a novel- too bad the font can't be changed.  If the language was changed to an older and more elegant form of english the sentimentality would seem less forced.  :)

Edited November 22, 2017 by r_I_already_won0

[r_I_already_won0 2,339]

How so?

By doing away with an objective ranking system you do away with any ability to figure out the truth. By claiming everything is reality in its own way you undermine the ability to look at all of them and make judgments from afar.

 

It's like the power to "see through" things.  When people say that they would like to "see through" objects, the purpose is really to see the thing behind it.  Nobody wants to "see through" things extending to infinity, otherwise you wouldn't see anything.  You want to see through the brick wall, not the people behind it as well. ;)    

 

When you say that there is no evil or good and everything is subjective, then your own revelations become subjective itself.

Edited November 22, 2017 by r_I_already_won0

[Magenta 5,165]

This statement in itself presupposes an objective vantage point.  Stick with "real life is infinitely complex and with many shades of gray" and you'll be fine.

 

I liked the piece.  It would fit nicely into the end of a novel- too bad the font can't be changed.  If the language was changed to an older and more elegant form of english the sentimentality would seem less forced.  :)

Firstly, how is the statement "presupposing an objective vantage point?"

 

Secondly, who says it's forced?

[r_I_already_won0 2,339]

Firstly, how is the statement "presupposing an objective vantage point?"

 

Secondly, who says it's forced?

1. Refer to my previous post.

 

2. It's not.  It can come across as so, though.  It's not a huge problem anyway because I take up this issue in many hugely successful YA pieces.

[Magenta 5,165]

1. Refer to my previous post.

Actually, I did not say that good or bad is subjective.

[marc.jp_44 20,837]

bidding it’s time.

biding*

 

Nice piece of work, good stuff. :)

 

[saurabhmann 509]

Noice Mult Bot Good Article <3  ;) 

[Hippin_in_Hawaii 639]

 

 ...biding it’s time.

...closest friend and confidant it's next victim.

 

Its,  not it's.

 

Good read! I like complex layers of self-recrimination.

[Legacy 754]

Good job M8 ;)

[Magenta 5,165]

 

 

You have no idea how much I relate to this

 

 

Nice piece of work, good stuff. :)

 

 

Noice Mult Bot Good Article <3  ;) 

 

 

Its,  not it's.

 

Good read! I like complex layers of self-recrimination.

 

 

Good job M8 ;)

 

 

 

I must say that this letter received more audience then I expected. Thank you!