Because I do not know your life...

Dear neighbour,

Because I do not know your life, I am going to let you continue playing this heavy metal "somedody driving nails into my head" music.

Because many times, I have often thought you malnourished, I will let you play your music. Because this winter, I have seen you only in your worn out leopard coat which hardly covers your white midriff, I will let you play your music. Because many times, I have wondered if you were a prostitute, you have to play your music. Because many times, I have seen you come home early in the morning, just as I leave for work, I will let you play your music. Because I have never seen anybody come to visit you, you can play your music. Because you often seem so sad and your long blonde hair unwashed, you may play your music. Because your mascara often runs down your cheek, please play your music. Because you always walk so fast, like you were afraid of someone, play your music. Because all the other neighbours hate your music, please play on.

Even though I am lying in bed, with a fever and the worst headache known to man, you may still play your music. Because I do not know your life. I do not know if this is all you have. I do not know what you go through everyday. I do not know if this time you spend in your apartment is the only time that belongs to you. I do not know if this is the only thing that truly belongs to you. Because, and only because I do not know your life, you may continue to play this heavy metal "somebody please kill me" music.

Love,
Your neighbour.