I feel strangely out of place. I rarely meet people in here that have a common mind with me.
For the past 10 years I’ve been studying philosophy and religion in search of what went wrong, not just with me but with the world. What could possibly have created the circumstances for this tragedy to happen? I believe I’ve found somewhat of an answer, but the other side of it is a more practical matter: That same tragedy has me locked away for a long time.
So, needless to say, it’s lonely. It’s hard to make friends in here because of multiple reasons. The first being that people are stressed out and full of anxiety about their own futures and families. The second being that they could be moved from place to place at any time. So if I’m to find any structure at all, it’s with people outside of here, and that’s what I’m looking for: People that stick around that I can build a dialogue with; People that will help stimulate the ideas I have in my head.
Religious philosophies are my one true passion, my body is covered in symbols and artwork that hold so many meanings and stories in them; answers that I’ve found in my search for truth. There is an inner reality I would like to share with people, which is what brings me to you and why I believe writing others will help me. It lifts the weight off my mind about the reasons of tragedy, while opening up new worlds for others to see.
Feel free to be yourself and ask all the questions you have, or if you only want a friend also, that is always foremost what I do in letters. I’ll be looking forward to hearing from you. Take care.