Of Things That Hurt You - Illustrated Edition

To you... Yes, to you and no one else, and even though I don't know you and you don't know me; my greetings to your kind heart, and my soul writes to your innocent spirit; I write to the purity of your heart and your excessive spontaneity, I write to the sadness residing within you for a long time, I write to your beautiful eyes filled with worry and pain, I write to your silence, the scatteredness of your soul, and the weight of days in your heart, I write to you as a hand that pats your shoulder, and a voice infused with balloons of sorrow, and a confession interwoven with whispers as a solace for your heart, so be ready to be well, and stay close to my thoughts, for your sake I wrote and expressed them, so between love and sorrow "something of you is here, or perhaps all of you...!"