Please try this cake, I spent so many hours making it. No? Oh, umm, please? I know it was rude to take that random picture of you, run away crying when you called me "freind" but hey we all make mistakes. Yours was forgetting to add "girl" before "freind" so we could be girlfreind and girlfreind. An honest oversight I admit, you had me worried that happily ever after was an illusion. LOL. I could tell you agree because your shoulders are so tight.

No, wait, don't read the cake, it's not like I consulted anattorney for spelling out a legally binding contract using frosting and by eating it, you'll be accepting my unrequitted, unprompted affections forever and ever as spelled out in article five section three right by the chocolate swirl. That would be crazy. And I'm not crazy, I'm stable like a room full of horses, baby.

Wait, dont leave, my ex is a body pillow and gets abusive when I use too much fabric softener. Come back... please?

The pidgeons on fourth street used to mock me. Each morning I'd tell them about the suffering of mankind, our trials and tribulations, only to be met with a rumbling "Coo".

Coo, such apathy makes me writhe. Indifference to a world on fire doesn't make you stoic. And yet they freely accept our breadcrumbs and fight over trash, feathered hypocrites.

Each morning I would chastize them

" Fools, have you no shame? Do you think yourself my betters? I shan't let you make fowl of our society and get away with it!""

" Coo" they would reply. The greek cynics proclaimed the simple life superior to self imposed complexities. Statues were built of them for the pidgeons to poop on, which I suppose proves their point.

Perhaps I was the one in the wrong. Our modern world is a conveneint one, technology staves off death at the cost of truly living, bodies softening from lack of use, our futures on strings tethered to the capital building. If only I could take leave of the opression and the lies and vanity that enslaves us, if only I could fly. I would not fly far though, the unfamiliar is worse than withering in this button down shirt. Maybe I'll perch up by a park bench, nice old ladies laying out feasts from time to time.

It would be coo.

I lost the ability to feel for awhile, and so many suffered for it. You most of all, watching me inflict evil from behind a window. You, who turned your life around when sinking back to violence would have been so much easier. There is blood on our hands and no amount of scrubbing seems to make me forget. I'm sorry you have to carry my burden long after growing up, that you must be punished for my crimes. If there was a way to keep you and erase me, it would have been done already, a thousand times over until I'm reduced to parable. I've tried, got the needle tracks as proof. Nothing works.

These days I'm the one watching you with pride. You were thrown into the world like salt in a kettle yet still manage to chip away at the impossible. Whatever the future becomes, I will repent, and you will continue to climb. Soon enough you'll win the day, not for me, but for all who couldn't. Thank you.

Sincerely,

The one who fell