Dear Jonathan,
It isn't winter or December yet and yet, your heart is frozen and as cold as ice...what happen to things that made you nice? What has the world done to you that can't be undone, my son? I have carried you inside my womb and even long after you were born and even now as you live I still...carry you.

What has the world done to you that can't be undone, my son? Who has cut your wings and disabled you to fly? Who has taught you such deception and lies, who has taken your hope and convinced you not to live but only to survive? My son, my son why aren't you free? A proud man, taught to stand upright, now brought down to one knee...I can tell your soul has tasted defeat. Have I failed you my son...

WHAT HAS THE...