A/N: So this story does require some imagination as I am pretty vague, ergo you can substitute it for anyone. Also it is, more or less, written in a stream of consciousness.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything nor will I ever… sadly
Why, Why Not?
Dear You,
Today I learned a valuable lesson, one meant to be shared, not everything is what it seems or should I say not everyone is who they seem. All my happiness gone in a flash of realization. I had been living a lie, months of a lie. My respect for 'family' has severely diminished into almost nothing now, but alas I can not leave them because I need the money, the job. My only motivation. Yet, despite that one thought for motivation many more thoughts fill the empty spaces of my being with the complete opposite. I begin to doubt everything, my life becoming obsolete, as I lose everything. 'What more could I lose?' the answer, nothing. I could run, fleeing, only to run into more or I could vanish. I am but one of billions, highly replaceable, though maybe not to those who knew me, loved me, or wanted me, but life moves on.
Everything moves on, how else for evolution, or those Hi Def televisions?
We'd all be in caves had we not moved on. You may be thinking "Then move on dammit" but I have been moving on for far too long. Days are Nights and Time is nonexistent. I have become obsolete, the very thing that made me irk.
I'm a hypocrite. Yes. But who in this world, may I ask with this last sane thought, is not? People are constantly contradicting themselves and I can not bare to stand it any longer. Putting up a front, shielding, digging a moat around my person. You can't touch me. At least, not without the bridge but You can't have the bridge brought down. I won't allow. People say that in order to get things done "Take Action" and for once I will listen, thinking why not instead of why for once, and I'd advise You to do the same.
My path will always be different from yours no matter what You may be assuming. The similarities not actually existing, just like I for once. However, your path may have been altered from my interference, but dare You say it was a bad thing?
I am opening the curtains, staring through the glass, looking at the sand grains falling. My container is smaller than yours, much less extravagant and bold. Your sand like luscious gems grazing the top with a forbidden love, Mine like trash about to be thrown out. Father Time is on your side and it seems that Lady Luck has left me for The Hunt, and not a moment too soon.
I sit watching, writing this letter to all of You to whom it may concern whether it be of this century or the next millennium. My sand is is still far from expiring but I see that now is the proper time. I will warn the Future of the Past, which is currently the Present. And as I leap through the window no second thoughts occur, a first. It actually makes me joyous.
So continue to move, to flee and run, to walk down that path laid out in front, but open your eyes as You do or else your fate will be Doom. Be a hypocrite, for there is no shame in changing. Let loose that drawbridge and fill your moat with my sand, dropping Your shield in with the masses. Open your eyes, but never open the curtain. Some things are meant to be hidden forever, in Death.
Sincerely,
Me