I hate the way life has hardened me but don’t know if I’d be here if it hadn’t. I hate that it becomes too much to bare for some of us. It breaks me down to imagine how you must have felt in the last few moments. The frequency of suicide doesn’t make it any easier to hear about. I wish I could say I don’t understand it but I do. I understand what it’s like to be a sensitive person in a heartless world. To feel as if all that’s pure has been corrupted. To recognize beauty still but feel it’s presence is marginal compared to cruel truth. To see nothing in others and no future in yourself. I hope there is some relief for you. I wish the people lost by their own doing could have made it to tomorrow. I feel the loss always, for those I knew well to those I had only met but knew of. Thank you for your support, for your contribution to me. I only hope there were times when things I’ve done have supported and contributed to you. If you are reading this.. I know there is a relation here through words and music because some of us know what Low really is. It’s my hope that you pull through, that you talk to someone, anyone, and that the decision of finality is one you never make. We didn’t know each other, but we did. RIP Cody Conrad.
-8/5/15
