May those who you have killed never speak again so you may live on
2008-06-08, 9:43 p.m.

I was going through old entries, and I came across this letter I'd written to my sister awhile back, and which can accurately be addressed to the current teenage generation.

"how much more i would like to say, but wont for fear of shattering your perfect world. but answer me this. how much of your world is real? how much of it is a figment of your imagination. how much of it do you live, and how much of it do you reinvent so that you may live it. we all choose our paths, and some decide to make their own. some make one of clay and hard work, and others of whims and whisps. they do not realize who cries, and see no tears other then their own. they may be callous and narcissistic, but we stray from that term, because we cannot see the evil inflicted by the flap of a butterflies wings. though you are gone from reality, reality feels you. Every time we walk, we can fall into the rut you've left behind as you soar into a kingdom you've built in your own mind. but where will it get you? what will it get you. more importantly, who. who will it get you. will it get you those who would spell words half done as do you? will it get you those who throw you, and push you into your alternate reality. or will it hold those who you are blind to? how many thing have you broken. do you think of them? do you think of what has happened now that they are thrown away? How many people have you broken? Do you think of them, and what has happened now that you have thrown them away? alas, blogs only allow for so much philosophy before others begin to wonder. who is this? who is this maniac that speaks the feared truth? who is this crazy person who dares to guess at what might be, and who speaks what i do not say. who dares to intrude? who is this vagabond, this bastard child. where is he from. where does he go, that he can not observe the unspoken rules of society. "You shall not speak the truth, for the truth may set people free" live on. May your dreams always be bloody, morbid, and may you always be the victim of this horrible cruel, and unloving world, and may you find peace in your hamsters, and may those who you have killed, never speak again, so you may live on."