Kohaku Clowes
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So yet again I have been neglecting this dusty old tome and so yet again I pick up my quill and ink something legible in here for someone to read in the near future at some point. This is the week of the 28th of June. 2013. It's been complete hell here for the past few weeks now. First our beautiful state of Colorado catches fire and over 500 homes are lost and 2 lives. Then, here about 3 weeks ago, locally, maybe it was longer. I'm not sure anymore. The stress and s**t has been piling up here lately so it's hard to keep track. Anywho! My friends Dezeray Leonard and DJ were stabbed right outside Nedarland, Colorado. They almost die!!!! I've been best friends with Dez for over 7 years. I almost lost it. Most of the time was spent sitting up late at night praying and hoping someone would give me a call or something on her condition and thankfully I was in touch with her sister and a few other people so I wasn't too far out of the loop. But still. I buried my biological brother back in 2007. I buried my best friend of 10 years January of this year. I didn't want to have to do it again. But lo and behold. Here last wednesday the 21st of June. My best friend Angus was stabbed and killed. I have to go to his memorial. I don't have the strength due to my illness to make it to the funeral and it breaks my heart. He was only 17. I met him when he was 10 through his folks and other mutual friends and collided over the years over and over until he finally moved up to the town I am living in now not to long before he passed away. I was so happy to finally have someone from my past close to me. I watched him grow from a rambunctious, rowdy, kid into an amazing, intelligent blaze of a man with dreams that won't die because he did. Anywho! Enough on that! Back to this damn dusty tome. As I sit at home. Wasting away in my misery and sadness. So to does this disease that afflicts me so. I'm so tiny now. So frail. And the headaches don't get any better. It's harder to walk. Harder to remember. And I shouldn't have to talk like this at 26! This is absolute bullshittary I tell you! Well that is all these tired hands can ink tonight my friends. I doubt anyone at all reads into this musty old tome. But if you do. It's me. Unbridled. Raw. Crying. Hurting. Laughing. And being a real person. Night and always remember. Be not afraid of the darkness my children. Know only the mysteries she holds and know wisely.