"I write because I must. I write because through the action I gain the sentiment associated with forgiveness. I gain clarity, I understand and laugh at mistakes, pinpoint weaknesses, understand frailty. I speak like this with you because you understand beyond the white and the black, beyond the constrictions of time and space and dimensional mechanism. I trust you enough to long for honesty with me and laugh at our futile attempt. I love you with the ferocity of an artist and you forgive me with the strength of a saint. I love you because you do not seek perfection and do not flout in festering situation. I adore you with the potency of unrequited love and second chances; I know you understand. I love you with the passion of the nihilists and the eternity in Buddhism. Tell me something. Anything friend. Teach me, force me to face my demons, hold my hand in my walk towards the mirror, feel free to laugh at my tears, as long as its with compassion. Come friend, to the stars and back we travel seeking adventures and lessons, perhaps simultaneously.
-WRK"
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