Letter Addressed to the Fire by Anonymous (page

Letter Addressed to the Fire

-Anonymous

Life is a Shakespearean play: it flows like pieces of paper as it is blown by the wind until it meets its tragic end in the sparks of fire. All that remains is ash which surfs through the air into the deep blue sea. It is a doomed poem, as its stanzas remind you of how miserable you are; now your only friend is the bottle which is held in your hand. As you pour your drink, you observe how gray the skies can be, all that chaos just beneath your feet. How did you ever drive here? While trying to grasp the moment, a force pushes you into a void; this place from which I write has become an inescapable home. At least disaster finally has surrounded me and I have no other option but to give in. Hopefully one day you can accompany me and swim in this melancholy sea.