dear bella rue,
hello. my name is silvia. i’m a huge fan of your music. normally, i don’t get too obsessed with music, but yours seems to fill the cracks in my heart like no one else’s can, and your lyrics speak to me, as if you wrote them specifically for me (i know that you didn’t, though, because who the hell would be inspired by me?). my favorite song of yours is “asleep”, even though i know you didn’t write it. your voice in that song is just so soothing that i can almost trick myself into thinking that i’m alright.
(i’m not alright, in case you were wondering.)
my favorite song that you wrote is “cracks”. for a song whose subject matter is flaws, that song is flawless. your guitar playing in “cracks” is stunning. it’s a perfect example of “less is more”. as i said above, the lyrics seem as though you wrote them specifically for me. i especially love the line “i try to paste over these cracks in my heart/but new cracks form to replace the old ones”. it’s genius. it’s also the story of my life.
mom seems to think that i’m depressed and i need counselling or whatever. i’m not going to deny that i am depressed. that much is true, though i can’t seem to put my finger on why, exactly. but i don’t want counselling. those assholes are quacks, and i bet you $10 (i’d bet you more, but that’s all the money i have) that none of those counsellors or therapists have ever been depressed themselves. so, i paste over the cracks on the surface of my heart, i tape on a paper smile, and i throw my mother off of my trail for a while.
oh well. i guess none of this really matters, does it? to be honest, bella rue, the only reason that i’m telling you any of this is because no one else will listen to me.
please never stop writing music, bella rue. you are my lifeline. i love you.
sincerely yours,
silvia.
YOU ARE READING
silvia
Short Story"i know that you're busy, bella rue, but honestly, the only reason i'm writing to you is because i don't think that anyone else will listen."
