Dear Mrs...

How are you?

How's the other side of the world?

You know

The side we were wondering of existed.

Are you smiling more?

Hey, are you even dancing more?

Are there any pieces of yourself running around?

Do you remeber me?

Huh? 

You don't?

LOL, it's called an accent...

You used to have one of those.

I'm not here to bother you don't worry I'm just here to talk.

How's having light 24/7?

It's probably very different from where I am.

We get that light once a while lol do you remeber?

It comes and goes just like the cold breeze in New York.

LOL...wow... you're driving a minivan or suburban wow...

Wait...LOL...you're driving a freakin minivan?! 

How dare you?!

But shit...don't mind me...

I guess the reason I'm reaching out is because I was just wondering if you forgot about me.

Because if you did...I would be highly dissapointed.

Listen...I made you?

I might be younger than you or less experienced than you, but I gave birth to you.

You just ostracize your past you know.

So how is he?

Wait, let me guess he's a painter?

No.

Wait.

He's a song writer?

A psychologist?

Shit or even a psychiatrist. Cause both you and I know you that your ass is crazy.

You be into the weird ones.

But hey, knowing you I know you'll end up with the dexterous kind.

What else is new?

What else is different?

That look in your eyes shows me that a lot have changed.

But, hey at least you're stronger now.

Oh so now you wanna hear about me?

Well, I'm doing okay. Not fine, but okay.

LOL, I still remeber that you hate that word. 

Do you still make sure that everyone is good before yourself?

Not anymore?

Damn...

Why?

You didn't have to change verything about yourself you know.

I'm still in the darkness.

It's still the same principle.

Me, myself, and I.

I guess if I knew the value of these words I would stop having that idiosyncracy of blaming myself for everything.

Again, me, myself, and I...

If only I knew the value of these words I could have probably precipitated the search of this idea of utopia I have in my mind.

Utopia?

Is that how you call the other side?

Where there's joy and hapiness.

Happiness?

How is happiness? What is it like?

"Hapiness isn't perfect"

But isn't hapiness a matter of perspective?

LOL that sounds familiar right?

I guess what's hapiness for you is still sadness for me.

I don't know.

What do I know?

I'm just connoisseur of sadness and hurt.

No, but seriously I want you to remember me.

I had a feeling that you were eradicating the person you were before all of that hapiness shit.

I want you to emancipate the masochists.

You know, you're familiar with them.

As much as found comfort in the dark side we are curious about your side of the world.

But I'm glad you're doing great.

I'm glad nothing is stoping you.

It feels good to see someone who pursued you and didn't gave up on you.

I guess that's why it's called utopia.

Because where I am is the total opposite.

How am I holding up?

LOL.

"Mix a little bit of weed, and a little bit of cash, with a little bit of this, with a little bit of that, we gon be alright".