Unread Letters: Letter Two

To C,


There was some blackness in the words you sent me. I don't think you intended it, but it turned my emotions bitter, and my mouth tasted sour for a moment. I don't think you saw the hint of red glow on my irises. Not everyone saw the world for what it is. The truth is, I think I would have killed myself if I couldn't escape to a foreign world. A world of stone columns filled with warriors with horse plume helmets and painted shields. A world of goddesses and quests for mystical fleeces at the end of the flat, geocentric world. I am the only one who can truly confirm a consciousness.  I will only see what I see. Why shouldn't the world belong to me?

With respect,
Diana Marie Hernandez

P.S. I wont love in vain anymore.