To my Ex:

I don't have much going on upstairs at the moment. I'm too tired to care that my ex and his whore bought their new house today (well, maybe since I wrote it). I hope his new life is a total and complete utter disaster. I hope he fails miserably at everything he does. I wish she were to stumble and cheat on him like he did me. I hope he is unable to have children. I wish his job would crumble out from beneath him and he'd face financial failure.

Well, I do. Bitter, still? More than likely.

Mostly though, I wish him a completely and absurdly boring life. Get those 2.5 kids tucked in safely behind that white picket fence. Never now what it's like to be alone and face the darkness with no one at your back. Escape the inevitable that you'll end up dying alone and being eaten by your cats. Be stuck in that giant rut with no ladder and no escape hatch. Trapped beyond having the ability to comprehend that life is fun, and you can sleep with whomever you want, whenever you want.

Hide your head from the possibility of being and achieving something was beyond your means and ability because you are comfortable and safe in your little world. Not know what it's like to let the rage escape and then drown it in a fireman's hose of alcohol. Wonderful sweet oblivion.

Avoid those dreams of being the person you should be because you're too scared to try it on your own. Continue to live your asshole existence without realizing that the world around you is more massive than you'll ever be able to comprehend. Think you're the center of the universe and that no one else but you exists; never mind the people around you that make your life worth living, but whom you fail to notice on a day-to-day basis.

I'll take my sword and face the darkness with a smile, because there is only one person I trust to have my back when it come times for the big fight - that'll be me.