Hello, goodbye, how do you do? We had good run, Rebuked, did we not? I remember our first encounter, that old street corner. You deemed me insane and bizarre, I deemed you forlorn and elated, but we showed us right? Yet… what made me insane in your sight I wonder? Was it my ingression on that street corner, my screams and sobs piercing the forlorn night? Was it the death of mother dear, the perception of the absence of maternal support?

Yet you were not the only who supposed me mad, others had guesses of your mind. Almost photocopied identicals ran through their brains, as ran through yours. You were not easy Rebuked, your challenges were rather, annoying at worst, unfeasible at best. And so I was forced to rebuke you, though tears came to my eyes when I did, as they came from my wrists. But you are fickle, aren’t you Rebuked? You didn’t want me to leave, nor you to go, for that is of course impossible.

You can’t leave Rebuked, for more than me would suffer for such an action. You mean many things for many others. Some look to you for guidance, for inspiration. Others look upon you for your effects upon those you have wielded. There are those like me, however, who have come to a crucial conclusion, and rebuked you. Yet un-rebuked you shall remain, for you are beautifully coarse, repulsively gracious, and unrelentlessly honest.

Therefore, I thank you Rebuked, as I tighten the rope about my collar, for the hardships you have put me through. The hoops I have had to jump through, the bigots I have had to please. I thank you for the cooling oceans, and the barren deserts. The times I cried for sadness, and the times I cried for you, Rebuked. I thank you for all the things you have not put me through, for it was not yet time for me to snap. I lift this foot of the desk, checking the knot one last time for strength, and start a new line of adoration. Rebuked, though we have had our differences, I will always remember your judgment. I am insane, and I am bizarre. So thank you Rebuked… thank you life.

With Sincere love,
The Enamored