I don’t know you privately but my blood knows you. You are the only person I have similar feelings with him. I am in a hell every day from all my life. Dark, pain, fear, hate are in my body and my mind. Nobody wants to accept me for this I am and all the people think that I am a crazy. But, the only thing I want is to find someone to understand my feelings. I wish I could visit you to hell so you would show me the sights you would have. I wish I could approach my internal pain with your help, because you are pain. I wish I could help you to open the pathway, for ever, so I speak with the demons of hell.
Although, you said in bloodline that you were exclusively empty, I love you for this you are. Let me to work with you or for you. Although, you are not for ever, I will remember you for ever. My soul is a holocaust waiting to wake itself and I know I look like death but, because suffering is the coin of the realm, I have to feel my emotional pain to free myself.
Do you understand me? I had plans for my life, hopes and dreams. I was imagining my future that I would grow and someday I would have love, but this can’t occur because my past is very painful. Some people teared my soul apart. So I must complete my work. I must return to my hell to feel it. The creatures that walk on the surface of earth, always looking my melancholy face and stay far away for me, never see the oceans of my soul’s darkness.
Thirty minutes from the start of this writing- thirty years from the start of my painful life. All pass so quickly.
Your everlasting friend