Dearest Jane

Dearest Jane,

I’ll never stop writing you. Does this thought of my very true will bring you satisfaction to keep our friendship near?

As you are also my muse, I find my musical inclination to be wrought with ire and pain as the mad raven is smothering me with her agony and sadness; her neediness and her fear.

Her hatred and extreme violence of many years has gone but now is replaced by an infant like wailing.

It’s almost worse than the violence and cruelty of before. It is utterly suffocating, my dear Jane.

I hope this day brings you joy and happiness. I miss you more than I will write down here. I await your next letter in the post, when you have the chance.

Love,

Edward