A letter from May 08, 2023

It's a gift. To be a writer means to feel everything deeply. It's a curse. You are misunderstood by the world and even your loved ones. The oceans are calling me back home, but I have no tails to swim. The darkness is surrounding me, and my thoughts scare me. The gates of heaven are open, and they are waiting for me to change my ways. I lived so many lives that I'm afraid I don't know who I am.