Dear
Letter,
Do
you realize how long it has been since I wrote to you last? You very well said
that time flies away but I did not accept it. And look at the number of years
that has fluttered, physically I haven’t changed much but the mortal part in
which I live has changed considerably in these given years. I did become
dormant in his anatomy. I stuck around for him because I knew his mastermind
won’t allow him to get healed. In the days of past he used to hurt me once in a
while but I am someone who can’t keep grudges, so I used to forgive him. But,
recently he has been injuring me violently. His mind seems to get stronger and
the weapons of his logic are killing me.
I
am writing this to you tranquilizing him momentarily. May be it would be
difficult to overpower him any further but I want you to convey him my message.
I don’t label him as sick but I know his mortal mass better than anybody else.
He used to inquire me about everything. We used to talk to each other quite
often. I laughed, smiled, giggled as well as cried along with him. His physical
wounds irrespective of its depth were easier for me to mend but with his
growing age he has devised new ways to hurt me. He has built a shell around him
and he stays there with his mind which doesn’t have any idea on how to control
and guide his energies. He runs but directionless. He fights but without
knowing who is his enemy. His actions have become unpredictable thus prone to
cause agony.
I
am not weeping over my defeat but he is turning sick without me. I need to win
over his mind but my weapon of hope has been losing the battle consistently yet
my army would soon call for a war against him. I would be leading my hurt
battalion to shower my fondness and inject myself inside his shell as I don’t see
any other solutions to harmonize him. I might die while infusing me into his
brain manifested shell but this is the reason behind my existence- to
sacrifice. I want you to pass my views to him if I fail in my mission.
Yours
lovingly,
Love.
