From my Caged Corner
My Dear Companion,
These words may fall on you like the dust that cloaks me in this exiled expanse of darkness, they may sound ancient and tasteless compared to your new-found ideas concerning life and its purpose. In my isolation, I have grown feeble, so with my final grams of courage harnessed, I call to you in a whisper that can hardly be perceived. Please understand, this is not a cry for help, it is not a get-well card nor is it a letter of forgiveness. No dear one, this is an intervention.