From a letter..
'... It's that time of day where the flowers curl back into themselves.Why do they do that? I've always wondered why. I like to think that it's their way of protecting themsleves from the darkness of the night, their way of just turning off. Sometimes I wish I could do that too. Curl up and be safe until the light of the morning. Unfortunately, dear friend, the mind cannot be turned off so I am not safe... I'm laying amongst the green grass, feeling the light breeze and the last of the days sun shine on my back. It has been a wonderful spring day and I only wish that you were here to share it with me... Sometimes I run out of words and sometimes I don't know how to feel. I'm scared... I don't want to remember but I'm not sure how not too. I guess, my whimsical friend, I am just melancholy...'