Dear reader,
Hello reader. I started writing personally to comfort myself, and if it comforts me maybe there's a chance I can comfort someone else.
With that, much love, I hope this helps you with your life even just a little bit.
P.S.
I think I can paint this world for you now. Decadence and disorderly life to death and blank slates. Something I own, expressed dearfully to you as if I have always owned it. Perhaps remembered by no one in the end, but for now, maybe even just a glimpse of light from the murk and mire, just to prove it can exist. even if it fades within the hour.
Sincerely,
Rosier.
P.P.S.
(I do not write this for pity. I do not write this because my suffering is so great, I do not write this because I suffer, I try to write this because it is pretty. And there are not enough pretty things in this world.)