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Chronicled Life

A Random Letter for Everyone

I am a gospel.

Once, I was an open book. I was put on a table, and everyone was free to read me-
-if they want.
Amongst all books, no one bothered to read me.
Even if I put attracting picture with thousand colors, still no one bothered to just take a look on me.

I closed myself, knowing that it was useless to persuade them to read me.
Some bothered to read me. They opened, read, flipped some few pages…
But the further they read me, the more they get bored. Or, from what they show, I was getting more uninteresting, or even boring.

So, they left after reading first few pages.

Go away, go away.
I don’t need you to stay.

After my contract ran out, I was moved to another library. I did not expected any change, so it was not a shame that the readers in this library aren’t far different.

Although, certainly, there are still few readers who found interest in me.
Some of them left me after reading few pages, like the others.
But some of them stayed and keep reading-some even stay until now.
Some said because my storyline is distinct.
Some said because of the truth in me.
Some said because they like my genre.
Some said because of the style of writing is diverse.

What did I do? Something wrong, is it true?
We don’t argue, because we don’t want to.

Even though some of them have only read me virtually
without reading me in reality, they keep reading
and even urging me to open up and let them read me further.

It doesn’t matter even if I only have one reader.
But the way they stay and read me, without they realizing,
is what makes me happy.

They laugh in a cheery tone, they never let out a mocking laugh.
They give me positive comments to improve my writing.
If I can just bring goodness, joy, and happiness in their life,
it is more than enough already.
Because I know, they won’t leave me.

Time passes by, no longer I can count the amount of both of my readers and haters.

Nonetheless, no longer I can hide my smile and tears.

I don’t write lies. Not anymore.
How people take my writing, is what they receive, just like
how black see white as its’ opposite
and blend with another black.

Special thanks to my dear senpais and beloved friends

With regards,

Originica