I really hope this letter

finds you doing well.

If, however, you are reading this

I have escaped from my own hell.

The everyday monotony

has left my soul so weak.

I have tired from the run around

and living among the sheep.

Just know my friend, that you have been

a true light among the dark

that’s crept upon this city,

but now I must embark

on a journey towards a new, and better

plane to call my home.

A new beginning in a place

to lay claim to my throne.

There will be no harp,

no singing from an angel choir.

Rather I’ll meet the devil, fists held high

Torn historic remnants, piecing together.

Ages of life scattered in chaotic whirlwinds.

I read through the storm, shreds at a time.

Motley scraps belonging to multiple tomes.

One page taught me all the others.

One book strengthened these eyes.

You.