Please In which I try to explain myself

I'm so sorry. I can't imagine what you're going through, but I'm here for you. Words are pretty useless right now, but I will cry with you. I will smoke with you in the rain. I will hug you when you need it, chances are I need it too. I will join the support net that is even now gathering around you to let you know that you are not alone.

I want you to know that there is hope, and reason for hope. I want you to be free from the incredible despair that seems to be waiting to swallow your universe whole.

Is freedom really found in a self-defined inkwell?

We aren't all individual specks of consciousness, floating unconnected in a world of physical sensation. Something happens in the space between people. There is more to this world than chemical reactions. The proof is in the pain.

I'm on the other side of the globe, but I find myself in the same shadow as you do.

I want, with every fiber of my being that is able to want, to rush to your side and hold you so tight. I want to lift your face up to the sky and say, "See, it isn't all as dark as it seems! Some things are true, and one of them is hope!" But I can't do that. I can't touch you, much less hold, much less lift.

Most of all, I want you to know that I love you. I have not forgotten you. I pray for you (even if you'd rather I didn't).

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Please, don't give up. And, search for the light, even if it means leaving your pride behind.