Dear Daisy,

I want you to know that someday, you’re going to look back to these days and remember and cringe how much you dislike the person you had become. What happened to you? You’re a hollow cage of flesh and bones. A broken cistern that could never stay filled. You’re a crooked soul trying to stay up straight with bended, frail limbs. Everything inside you is everything you hate. You deliberately give yourself away to this world that ruins you. Congratulations. You experienced your definition of a good life, but you’re losing grasp of the only Love you know. Your life is a sand hill, gradually and steadily being blown and carried by the wind until what is left is only a remnant of what should have been a golden existence. 

Let it go, Daisy. Just let it go. I’m down on my knees and I’m begging you. My arms are clasped together. My eyes are filled with tears. I am trembling for you. Save what is left of you. This life is not yours for the wasting. This world does not hold your soul. Take your final bow from this abysmal stage. Get off your high chair of self-interest. Take off that fading crown of shame and curse.

Open up your fist, Daisy. The chain is already broken.

Let it go.