Hello?

Are you there?

No.

You're not here to see me evolve.

You're not here to look upon me, at all.

Frankly, it doesn't seem to phase you.

Even though I've heard that it does,

I know for a fact that it doesn't.

If it did, you'd try harder to pursue me...to pursue us.

Rather than doing so, you have chosen to get lost in your own faults,

resulting in the worst madness that life has to offer.

When I was small and tender, I felt your presence, more.

As I got older, my eyes began to see a bitter reality:

you weren't as interested as you used to be.

Your presence became more scarce.

Every time you saw me, I had grown an inch, and faced some type of new change.

Well...fine.

It's not fine, but I have no choice but to make it fine.

I hate this day.

Each year, the taste becomes more despicable.

You took your knife and cut us in half.

I no longer exist to you, right?

I'm not gonna get an answer to that question.

Why?

You aren't here, that's why.