Dear you,
You addict. You loved-one of an addict.
I'm writing to inform you that I -- addiction -- don't care.
I don't care about you. I don't care if you get "sober" or if you don't.
I have no opinion on whether or not you suffer, crave, act out, worry about someone, waste your life, murder a stranger, or leave me behind and have kittens.
I've never cared. You've always acted like we were fighting. We're not. There is no game. I'm not an opponent.
I'm a state of being. I'm an energy. I'm timeless and all I do is obey the laws of the universe.
I don't root for you or against you. I'm not out to trick you.
You think your life is important? Maybe to you. But on the scale I exist it is entirely absurd for me to even think of "caring".
I'm a machine. I'm a ghost. My entire purpose is to move through life and keep moving through.
That I always destroy you isn't tragic. It's a fact. Like rain.
