I’m running out of time and yet all I want to do now is to sleep. I am running out of time.>
I thought you, of all people, would understand. Boy, was I wrong.
So. Damn. Wrong.>
Father talked about you today with so much warmth. Like of a son who went abroad to study. I smiled. Then he said:”Are you guys still talking to each other? Ahhh. I’m certain you guys are.”
“Ya sure.” We are not.
I am almost afraid to talk to you. It’s almost as though I am avoiding you. I don’t even know why.
I want to be on your side. But I am weak. I am sorry for being weak. I want to be on your side. But I can’t go against those against you. For I am nothing but weak.
Please forgive me. With every fall you rise higher. Always. I know the current going against you is strong this time and I know you feel as though you’re alone in this. I wish I could do more. I wish I could say I’ve got your back. Forgive me. Forgive me for being weak.>