I can only write what comes from the soul, my greatest drivers — sorrow, solace, and despair.
I can only write what comes from the soul, these drivers are terrible things, they bring about an impossible way to live.
I can only write what comes from the soul, sorrow, solace, and despair my constant visitors; they don’t let go, no matter if I fight them or let them go — they always find their way back home.
I can only write what comes from the soul, for the soul wants to be read because relief is what it seeks.
And writing is the greatest relief, second only to Death…