Life takes us to unexpected places sometimes. The future is never set in stone, remember that.

But you built me dreams instead.

The night that seemed endless hours before is now slipping through your fingers, ticking by as it falls into the past and pushes you towards the future.

I do not see as well without her. I do not hear as well without her. I do not feel as well without her. I would be better off without a hand or a leg than without my sister.

The boy spends most of his time reading. And writing, of course. He copies out sections of books, writes out words and symbols he does not understand at first but that become intimately familiar beneath his ink-stained fingers, formed again and again in increasingly steady lines.

The fact that people are already reading and loving something I wrote is still hard to believe.

I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.