Donald Nyach,
I started sleeping with a bible again this morning. I made that decision after I woke up with grains of sand in my mouth and on my bed, presumably from the window over my head. I dread thinking of how it must have got it.
I realize how contorted a web of random theories and experiences my mind is. It grabbed its shape from this warped environment and built the spire that stands in my brain swaying ever so. As a result, yesterday, I contemplated my existance and my nature and all that self awareness nonsense. Somehow I reached the conclusion that I should start sending letters to a dead man. A great man , but a dead man nontheles
Let me say first of all that long time ago, I realized that the greatest power I had came from acceptance of fate as it is. I might have lost track of this but ultimately, here I am.
Now, even in death, I respect you. From what I have been told, we are alot alike in demeanor. Its only natural that I may consider myself accountable to you in a way and hope that this exercise of catharsis may prove therapeutic.
I take consolation amidst my sadness that I have been truly loved thus far. That is my privellege. And for it I am grateful
Signing off,
DAD