A letter from July 11th, 2019

Dear myself and aspects of myself Take yourself back to conversations with beings who you identify closely to. Take yourself to when this was written, periods of tranquility and solitary. There is a difference noticed. Your intention when alone revolves singularly around goals formulated from your values. Your intention becomes warped at the sound of others; there pleas of company are accepted as you love them. Then their presence and words consume you with their own intention. You are left unfulfilled and your self confidence is shattered into tiny fragments. All this occurs when you wonder why no one enjoys your company, and you don't enjoy theirs... Leading to a illusion of engagement. The skin has been shed and the youth is dead. Let us be reborn