In The Depth

      People can not read me, for I prevent myself for being read. My life is a book of regret, violence, and evil doings written in a language that is not heard of by the world. They would read the first page and become trapped in a null void full of confusion. This book of mine is too advanced for the ordinary, for the typical ears. No way, this book is for the people who felt the same violence as mine. Who cried sweat and sweated tears. Who came close to the end of their book, but decided to leave room for open chapters because their book was too short. 

     My book only gets deeper within the chapters. Even though there's only 17 chapters in my book so far, the things I've been through would have made you think that there's 28 chapters. The protagonist of this book cried tears of blood, joy, pain, and sorrow. He got lost in his own book several times, but found his way to the next paragraph. Though, my book is coming to the end of the first part, the second part is going to continue from the first part. Within the depth of this book, will true understanding of the protagonist reach the readers. I finish my first book in August, and will begin the second in the same month. God has let me live long enough to write 17 chapters, but it's in his hands to allow me to write more. It's a privilege to still be an author, and a blessing to have readers, and supporters of my book. Almost to the end so I can start again.