It has been some months since I’ve spoken to you last, and I do hope that this letter finds you well.
I have put off writing you for so long, that I was determined to start anew all over again, for the former writings are no longer significant. You see, I have seen that you were gone, but where and why, I can only assume. I hope and pray for all of the best in your life... I do, most sincerely wish you every happiness. And if that is not possible, perhaps, then I do hope that everything else in your life proves to be a blessing. (I think that I know that you live off your soul as I do) For this reason, I do wish to impart how much it meant that just one person had faith (in me), and that someone had such a goodness as you. You wrote to me once and asked after my smiles. I want you to know, those words meant so very much to me. It was an especially wonderful thing at exactly a time in my life when I had believed that I might not have had strength enough. I read of your life, and it made my sadness seem all the more meaningless, and particularly unnecessary. I could hardly believe your strength and kindness. The way that you lived your life, with your heart to choose your decisions, gave me strength enough. I do believe that the confidence of others in me, made me believe again, and helped the smiles come on more frequent and faster, than had I been left alone in all misery. I do not know of your station. I will not elude to your current feelings, for I do not know them. I just wanted to let you know that it was a very kind thing you did for me, and for my life. I think of you often and wish you well.

I have the increasing suspicion that I am in utter disrepair. No, that doesn’t even make sense…I Haven’t the slightest idea why I am here, there is no mode of expression, or condescending verse in which I was truly inspired by. I am restless, I cannot sleep. I feel the dear panging constantly, at the lives of others, and which I can do nothing about. It is not for me to do anything. But yet, still, I cannot sleep.