Dear You,

It has been tiring for me, really tiring. I wish I could do something more but I am far powerless
than I imagined myself to be. We are pretty muted on the surface but actually alot more are happening
within us that we ourselves are finding hard to fathom — I find it easier to say that we have been ignoring
it instead.

So far, I have been contented with leaving signals, writing on walls and tracing white paper but these
really are not enough — at least not enough to convince you well, Love.

I think this really tires me. I do not want to die young, die trying.

I wish I could do more, Love.