June 18, 2020

Deary, I thought of you today when I was contemplating my condition in the shower. I wondered what would you tell me or advise me to do in the current struggle am having now. When you hold my hands, don't ask me how my skin gained those marks and scratches because I myself don't know my bleedings unless I see my body bloodily exclaiming, and when I today saw the bleedings of my mortal body, I didn't question the cause, Instead I wanted to know which organ decided to scream tonight, which one couldn't bear me no more. 

Yours.