Constellations Of The Mind

Thank The Universe, Madison.

Would it be a crime to admit that I'm very pleased now that I haven't contacted you in so long?

Would it be rude to say that I'm happy you bid such a sudden farewell?

Would it be absolutely horrid to bask in the peace and joy that I have found in my life without you?

Probably so.

But do you know who doesn't care: me.

It feels so good to let go.. To not give a flying fuck!

You used to speak of how the universe told you things.

I believed you, as I too had received some fairly strange messages from a seemingly unknown power.

However, I think the universe was doing me a favor, rather than doing so for you.

I'm very happy, now.

Should we both thank the universe, or would that be all to comical?

Yes, I know.

I remember.

It wasn't that long ago that we were practically inseparable: reading the thoughts dancing on one another's tongues.

So, I'm aware, that it wouldn't be too comical for you.

Almost nothing is too comical for you.

I like that about you.

I've never told you, but I do admire the trait.

It always seemed so easy for you to laugh and go along with anything, no matter how strange or ignorant.

If you read this, Madison, I hope you thank the universe.

I already have.