Dear Sister,

Since we've last seen each other, I have spent a lot of time staring at the sea. What I've learned is that the sea's gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally the chance to feel strong. Now, I don't know much about the sea, but what I do know is that it's not necessary to be strong in life; but to feel strong.

And you know what's truly strong? Tree branches are strong. And bridges are too. And the wind is strong, as well as the sea. But tree branches can be broken by the wind. The bridges can be torn down by the wind. And the sea? The sea cannot disappear. The sea can destroy, take, make, break. But you can't do anything to the sea.

And that's when I realized that it's not about me. It's about the sea.

And I'm not the sea. I'm made and I'm broken in a series of routines. I'm blown away, just like the indestructible wind. And that's where you see it, really, that the only unbreakable things are the things that break everything without breaking themselves.

The forces of nature, Versa. You cannot make the wind disappear or stop blowing. You cannot make the sky move or fall. You cannot tear down stars or make them shine any less, and you cannot dry oceans.

I think my mistake was thinking that I was a force of nature. That I was indestructible, that I was the wind, and the sea, and the sky and the stars. I thought that I just wasn't free enough to show just how indestructible I was.

But I'm not. I break easily, and I don't think you know that, because I never told you. I colored my hair in pretty colors and I always sang and I walked barefoot. And I still do. I just don't think I'm so indestructible anymore.

So my quest in this life journey is to learn how to feel strong with all my breakable parts. I don't know how long it will take or where it will take me. I don't know what I'm going to do, what I'm going to see. And, for the first time, I can decide upon anything. And that is the freedom I ached.

I am currently settled in this small village by the seaside. It's quiet and welcoming, and I think it's just the place where I need to be to decide where I'll go next. There is no phones here, so I will call when I am able to. I think the letters are kind of better, since I feel like I connect more to you through this trace of ink that leaves the pen in my hand.

I left you, Versa, and I know you must hate me now. I know you relied on me to be there forever, but there is one thing I need to tell you, before you decide I am no longer one of the important points in your life.

In some ways, harmless and obscure, there is one thing that is as indestructible as the sea. It's what we have, Versa. It's the bond we share. And we're the tide. The tide that washes in and washes out, always wandering among the shore.

And if I was the sea I said I believed I was once, then Versa, you shouldn't worry. Because you don't always see it. You just know it is indestructible, everlasting, and always there.

All my love,

Vice.