Fuck. Guess it hit. Seems like that shit hit Us hard. How about you. Looks like that stuff punched you in a similar manner. We remember, We know how it was, for both you and Us. Damn. This entire existence, it kept fucking with us. Didn’t it. You’d agree, We’d agree. But today, today we look at it differently. Well, at least We do, don’t know about you, can’t speak for you. For Us, that shit changed, life became Our enemy, Our competitor. We’re here, slathering black on white, it’s 0:40 on the watch. Just bumping out this last bit. We don’t know, not yet, what We’re gonna do with this, when it comes to this. Though We feel that the destiny, the purpose of this writing will unravel itself with each word dirtying the pages We fill. That’s how it feels at the moment.
Something… Might Be Nothing.
We know, you want Us to write something, though that takes time, mainly because it requires Us to dig so deep that the scars on Our bones, Our soul, are laid bare. There was a reason We went after that, there was an idea that forced Us to pursue the endeavor. Some of it is clear as a bright sunny day, most of it still lingers deep within the shadowy abyss of Our madness. The parts, the fragments that fuel and control Our insanity contain these bits, but for Us to expand, open up, reveal those We must crack the box that holds all of Us together.
You must understand, you’ve freaked out, you’ve gone to certain places just like Us. So you could understand that part which We’ve been struggling with since birth. Maybe you’ve been struggling since birth just like We were. That might be the reason for our strange bond, for the similar interests in living, in the way we spend hours, days, weeks. Not many souls out there look at it the way we do.
This letter, We hope it reaches you one day. You know Us, you know We would’ve sent it back in the day, show you what We’re busy on. Now, now We won’t even bother, nobody needs to know, nobody needs to see the steps We’re taking, the achievements We’re aiming to attain, all that We’re trying to accomplish. We pray, Our fragmented mind holds this discussion daily, going back and forth on escaping this construct. Our wish is both to be found out and not. It is something of a strange nature. We’d love writing for masses, then again the responsibility, the effects, all that follows such an adventure is something We perceive to be harsh, taxing, on the soul, to remain at a desk and slam a keyboard to inspire lost souls much like ourselves. That’s a big responsibility, isn’t it. Sure looks like it.
Damn Junk
Never really wrote to you in the past. We did practice on a bunch of other people, even let some of them read that shit. It was junk back then, probably still is, the letters We’re producing today. But today, for a while now, We care less. And everyday that passes has Us care less and less. Wonder if the same is happening to you, if life has finally fucked you over so bad that you’re willing to do anything, day in, day out. It’s 01:05, this took Us 25 minutes. Maybe it’s too long, maybe it’s just perfect. But the one thing it certainly is is honest. We’re done with all the bullshit. Fuck all the fantasy, fuck all the dreams. We’re after reality now, though lets shape Our own reality into existence.
We wish you the best of luck shaping yours, because you must be busy. Hope you are, We truly pray you are after it. We pray you’re after it more than We are, mainly because We know you can. Never in Our life did we meet someone that works harder than you. If you really want something, that grit you maintain is inspiring. We sometimes regret not realizing that sooner, We could’ve learned so much from you if only We were willing to see what was available.
Darkness of Mind
We could pull up the excuse of that particular darkness of loneliness felt within this existence though We’re not that person anymore. The darkness is still present, but We’ve practiced living with it. We haven’t mastered this yet, but we’re getting close and closer to doing so by the day. Fuck. It took Us long enough to figure out you’ve got a similar darkness swelling within your mind. Don’t let it crowd those thoughts, do not let it influence your decisions, don’t let it guide your steps. We’ve come to understand that this darkness is applicable yet not something that’s supposed to define. You can utilize this madness to gain a particular perspective, though that point of view is only for analyzing all the other perspectives originating within your brain. You cannot let it grow unchecked, either side of the coin. We know you’ve got this. Maybe even better than We do. Who knows, right. For the longest time We’ve thought everyone knew something more, for the entirety of Our existence We felt that everyone around Us has this mental advantage of a certain clarity. But it seems that this was the other way around, it seems that the insanity within this soul was put there for a reason which circumvents the nature of Our existence. The way each of us lives. It’s there, that disfunction, in everyone. Always were the unlucky one to be born without the filter that silences the maddening sensation of mental expansion into the surrounding reality. We pray it doesn’t affect you too much. We pray you have a fructuous life.