A letter...

Dear Concupiscence,

Me and you have had a fairly mild to moderate relationship... We didn't really get close until like a couple of years ago. In the beginning, you were around, popping up every now and then, but I kinda just brushed you off. I guess you got tired of me ignoring you, because you definately have made your presence known to me now. Instead of manifesting yourself in a tangible, in my face sense, you translated yourself into my surreptitious realm of creativity. It seemed as if you would visit me every night, sometimes twice. The more you visited me, the more and more I enjoyed you... waiting for you to come back that next day. Then, you surprised me one day while I was in class. Me and you had a time didn't we? I ain't learn nothing that day because of you (And I don't regret it either). From that moment on, you had become my favorite reverie. You never let me down... you always came when I wanted you, and you always delievered something oh so sweet. So, why am I writing to you now? Well... I just wanted to let you know that I acknowledge your presence, and that you are very mysterious yet highly appreciated. I know a lot of people despise you, because you have caused quite the problem with many people, having them make decisions that they shouldn't have, lookin at things they shouldn't be... sayin things they shouldn't be uttered... I can only respect the power you have over some people. The one thing I love about you most is that you don't discriminate. There isn't a person who doesn't know who you are.
Although I keep fighting you, it's an uphill battle that I feel I'm losing. I know one day your going to be so overwhelming that I'm just gonna stop trying and fall into you.... and I'm just letting you know now that I'm ready and can't wait. Until then, I'll be seeing you later....