new beginnings

my dearest friend,

or, perhaps 'friend' is not the right word for you. in fact, you are nothing at all but a figment of my imagination. but, no matter what you are or aren't, you still deserve a name. which is why i will now refer to you as the lovely irma grey. such a plain name, easily overlooked. perfect for someone who isn't really someone, such as yourself. one day, i hope, your figment shall expand as you become a fleshed-out character, and these letters to no one will become letters to someone. my dear irma, what shall become of you? shall i give you a troubled past to mirror mine, or shall i give you an identity of your own? an identity for a nonentity. we'll see as time plays out. let the story unfold. for now is only the beginning.

- melody hall


listen

irma,

irma, my dear, how lovely it is to talk with you again. though, you never actually do any of the talking. no, you are the silent listener. did you know that 'silent' and 'listen' both contain the same letters? of course you did, for you know everything i do. you are me, in a way. at least, for now it seems more sane to talk to you than to just talk to myself. this way, i can pretend that i'm actually talking to someone else. pretending is easier than reality. the real world is for people who can't imagine anything better. i'd rather live inside my mind than face what lies outside. it's different here. i like it when you listen, irma. thank you.

- melody hall


dreams

irma,

do you ever just feel like sleeping all day and never waking up? to be blissfully unaware of the world around you, drifting through a land of make-believe. well, you don't exactly sleep, but if you did, you'd understand what i am talking about. i wish i didn't have to come back to reality. i wish i could just stay in dreamland for a while. perhaps a coma would be nice. yes. like i've said before, the real world is for people who can't imagine anything better. call me crazy, but i am happy in my dreams. but you won't call me crazy, irma. you won't call me anything. you just listen.

- melody hall


lost

dear irma,

what is it to be lost? could one be lost inside her mind? a lost cat showed up on my doorstep tonight. is it truly lost? or was it abandoned, unwanted any longer? and why did it choose me? it's been sitting on my doorstep meowing for hours, unfazed by dogs barking madly at it. why, out of everyone, did it choose me? is it a sign from the universe? could it be trying to connect two lost souls to each other? who am i to question the universe? besides, only time will reveal the answers. i do not know the future, irma. do you?

- melody hall


perhaps

irma,

the cat did not return tonight. perhaps it found its way home. or perhaps it has been hit by a car. or perhaps there was no cat at all. perhaps it was only in my mind, just as you are. perhaps i am losing my grip on reality far more quickly than i would have supposed.

- melody hall


I wrote this a while ago, and I will not be continuing it. I just wanted to post what I have.