This is the letter i wrote. "Hey Kid… I know, it's been a long time, but I feel I need to talk to you. I feel like everything is my fault. I feel like I killed your dreams, all those weird frames that were always rolling between your thoughts, those ideas, those things that made you special for real, you know? Feel like I wasted your energies. I mean, I bestowed a name upon you and then I disgraced it and at the same time you’re the only one capable of understanding me, I’m a hypocrite, I’m a killer that needs to be purified, to be forgiven and I know you would do it, because you’re so goodhearted, but I feel I don’t deserve it. I had a responsibility on you, on your expectations, but still I failed, I chased the wrong things, I thought to be on the right path, I thought your name would have given me the strength to be righteous. But now, I'm just seeking things that are supposed to fix me, instead of dining with my emotions, dealing with the fact that the past is actually passed. Everyday I hope to be restored to when I was free to choose, to a fresh start, even if I know I couldn’t manage everything again, but for you… For you maybe I would. I know we’re not totally fried, we're still big brain, but the world isn’t seeing it and I feel we’re wasting potential. I mean your dreams were so big, so joy filled, so extreme. Nobody wasn’t capable of understanding you, no one. I'm not just talking about time travel and teleportation, I'm not talking about silliness, I'm real. It's all overwhelming and the thing that's really pissing me off is that we're capable of giving a lot to this world, more and more than everybody could even expect. Even the path you were dragging me to, the path of peace, of being angerless, of being worthy of the weight of our name. And now all I have is this feeling of nothing, this feeling of being a walking undead, like having a hole in my chest, and I would not ever talked to you if I was staying better. I know you’re there, looking at me, hoping for the best, but I also know you’re the only one seated on my part of the stadium. You’re lonely when cheering me and I'm scared it won't be enough for me. It's enough for surviving maybe, but not for greatness, not enough to be a savior. I know you screaming thats not important now, but I owe you this and I hope to be better, I’ll still keep trying. My only enemy now is time, the beast that never rests, always devouring in hunger."
