May the Fifteenth of the Year Two Thousand and Eight.
My whole life I have wondered through it like a dream. I do not remember past a few years. But I do catch glimpses of my past from my family and friends. My memory sometimes allows me glimpses into my past, as if to taunt me. I do remember some of the good times back then, but only the emotion remains, very few of the words are left within me. What am I without memories to look back on and learn from?
You are nothing, you were nothing, but you will be something, with me...
I think I'm going insane, but does a mad man think himself insane? No, he believes the rest of the world mad, so which is real? We all perceive different things. Memories or experiences differently. So what should we believe? What should I believe? Am I insane? Or sane? You are who and what you are, nothing more... But what If I do not know what I am? What am I then? Nothing, lost, crazy, or is it who I am, not knowing who I am supposed to be? Is that all I will really amount to? Something akin to a child lost in the woods without his mother? Left for dead among the wolves?
No, I will not let that happen, for you are too important to me...
Why am I important to you? Is it because of who I am? Or what I have done? And how important am I to you? A toy? A servant? A child? A friend? You are one of my children, You are everything to me, I do not abandon that which is anything to me... Who are you...?
I am the Lord God almighty, and I will never let you go. You are my child, and I love you with my whole heart.