I do not know who pushed me but I fell hard. How do I sleep when all I do is think? I know the entirety of our lives is in the moment but how do I live when I've become the embodiment of sounds and thoughts; it's what pain has caused.

I have asked myself the essence of life; I have wandered in thoughts so I know all I knew was the product of the mind, so they were lies. Your definition of love was based on fear, so the fear of being lonely became the reason you were controlled by the mind; now I know I forgive you, I do not mind.

I constantly keep check of the time like it gives a dime; a concept to keep us enslaved with the mind. Yet, I wonder what you're doing now, if the world revolves around you now because you still revolve around mine. I wish you the best things in life; it's a heartfelt letter of mine.
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