You asked me to not send you things, but I never agreed. If I didn’t send you things I would be buried under the weight of all I have. If I didn’t have you to share things with I would be too alone to comprehend. I’d become locked up inside my aloneness. A mountain would grow around me and trees upon that and no one would ever find me buried under how distant I feel from all of humanity because you aren’t here to connect me with it. Please don’t take that away from me.
