Well, how are things in Heaven? Is it nice and cozy there, in the garden of Narcissus, where the sun shines all day long and the clouds never spoil your beautiful sky? Is the water mirror-like enough for you to admire your flawless beauty? Is the grass soft enough for you to lay your perfect body on her emerald surface? Is the day bright enough for you to see your sparkling teeth like in an Orbit advertisement? Is the air warm enough for you to wear just a sheer dress underneath which hide your perfect forms? Is the wind non-existent for your flawless hair to fall in a waterfall on your beautifully shaped and smooth shoulders? Are these things happening? Or are you as I thought, a shallow being, frustrated of her nothingness, hiding behind her home-made perfect mask? Are you as I saw right from the beginning of your ending? The fifth wheel of the car that is damaged since the day it was made?
You might ask me if I`m done with all my questions, but then again, do that and I just might forget that I hate violence and I`d slap your all so perfect face.
I`m trembling inside! My soul, imprisoned by these four walls, is trapped in silence. It’s caught between the parameters of this quiet and hostile universe. It would yell if it would have a mouth, it would bite your soul right to the core if it would have teeth, it would shout at your ears if it would have vocal chords, it would snap you out of your outstanding narcissism and kick your ass until you would be completely out of this hideous spell.
I remember you as you used to be: a child soul inside a young girl's body, waiting for years to pass to show your true identity. I sincerely admit that I didn't know that it will come to this. I never foresaw that a day will come when you`ll have inside your soul such an admiration for yourself that you`ll forget that you once hated the “I`m perfect” persons, and become one of them. How could you change so much? How could you forget the plans we made together?
I`m frustrated, caught in indecision's claws. We're at the doorstep of the two worlds, none of us seem to leave its security, ‘cause this doorstep is the only place where we can coexist as friends. This doorstep, our only ally, is now hanging by a thread. It's situated in the middle of our universe. My side of the door emanates warmth, sun rays, friendship, things like “I`ll always be there for you”, “I`m your friend no matter what”, “Remember that awesome day when we… ?” and so many other things that I wish you could just recall on, so you could change your mind. Your side of the door emanates nothingness, shallow feelings, loser wannabes, the poisonous smoke of a midnight cigarette, the venom of the second day hangover, all the steps of the process in which you`ll surely lose yourself.
Come back into the light, the sun needs you, shallowness won't miss you, it has endless devotees.
I`m waiting…
