Yours Truly

Goal Setter

Dear Goal Setter,

There's a song, it's called Vienna, maybe you've heard of it? I do not claim to know the planned purposes of the song, but each time I hear it's statements riding on the waves of the melody, well. Goal setter I think of you.

I think of how you fear and you only reach for what you know you will have. How sometimes you imagine reaching your hand into the dark abyss but you've never felt the chill of the empty space. You've never tensed at the eerie emptiness at your fingertips. You've never felt those things but you've imagine them and that's enough to keep your hands glued to your pockets.
What if there wasn't cold air? What if there wasn't empty space? 

Goal setter, I can't lie and say that I like you. 

See, you carry so much meaning with you that I don't approve of, yet I allow you to influence my very thoughts. If it was all up to me, and I do so wish it was, well I'd change it all. 

You wouldn't be focused on reaching at all, you could just forget about the darkness and the temperature of the room because when you put your hands to immediate use, you never feel cold. You frustrate me endlessly with your reaching and your shivering. You drive me insane with your fear. 

Can't you stop? Can't you shut it down? Cant you just make sure that it never comes back?
Goal setter, I love you. I love you but I hate you at the same time. You've brought me joy but you've also brought me the greatest agony of which I've ever known. You hold potential to mend a person and to shatter them too. 

I mean, what kind of friend are you that you would lift me up only to throw me in the dirt when you see fit? If I could I'd just do what I do with all of my unreliable friends, I'd quit replying to your messages or mold convenient excuses for your questions of my changes. I'd ghost the shit out of you, Goal Setter. And we need to have a change, or I will find a way to cut you off, you unreliable bitch. 

Talk soon,
Yours Truly