Death still lingers in my soul. I can feel it’s claws slowly scrapping the good that’s left in me. I always wonder if I can run, hide, maybe find shelter just for a little bit. If I do will you be there to protect me? I doubt it. I remember you told me once that I have to find my strength in something or someone before I turn to darkness. The most vivid memory that I have of you is pointing me in the direction of the train of life. I didn’t understand what you meant, I just knew that it was something worth fighting for. Right now, I feel as though I have no fight left. Just staring blankly at the fragments of my body.
For years I have maintained communication with my love, my teacher, my desire, my passion. Sasha has been an inspiration for me, I hope she can be one for you too.