Everyday I feel as though I’m losing my soul and becoming the monster I once feared. I try my hardest to cope but as time draw closer to loneliness, I began to fall into this restless routine. Sasha, I can’t get death off my mind. It’s like a war within myself I can’t win. Others see it as anger, stubbornness, laziness, but it’s the old devil coming to claim my soul. I felt this before but never this severe. All I want to do is sit quiet or sleep because my heart is so heavy. I dream of hanging from great heights as my soul drift into the darkness of the unknown. I feel my last breath escape as my body finally relaxes from the tension. Sasha, death is upon me. I just don’t know how long I have.
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.