I hope they become a burning mark in your heart that inflame you to write more, and release the demons of your past. The worst demons are the ones we give into. I tend to give in to mine but the one demon I fight is the one that wants me to give up my stories, my desires, and my writing. Its like one shoulder tells me “ You won’t get anywhere in the world. You will be nothing but a crunched up squirrel by the time you are thirty. The other shoulder tells me that I have no choice. Your hands move on their own. If you stop now what do you have.”

School I learned is a descending hell after going to college. It teaches what the ‘conformed society’ wants us to learn. We are their robots taught to memorize, repeat, and become one. Not individuals. Often times I wonder why I even put myself through that hell. Now, I wonder if I wanna put myself through an even more pointless hell of a masters in English that I can’t do anything with- or so I am told.

But as long as you keep a book in your hands there is a flame inside you. A flame that reminds you of the path of words. You may feel you have taken a hike away from the thunder of words but I tell you — It will find you. Its like a magnet. It’ll hold you tight. When you return it will be when the world needs you to. It will be when we need you because life has a funny way of bringing you back to who you need to be.

If I’ve learned anything its that every time I step further away from who I am- the further my life descends for the worst. Every second I spend second guessing my self is a second too long from doing what I need to.

Not sound odd but I love your work. I’ve missed it. Just as I miss the agony of a being with a lover. I miss your words. You will always have one fan here. Me. ❤