My dear,

Go. Go. Go.

Step over the line and stare into the sun. Step over the line and fill your soul. Step over the line and become a poet, and not by choice. Step over the line and give up all hope of ever being part of normal society again. Step over the line…

You will go mad, yes, but if it’s any consolation, you will be my hero; a hero, and one of the few.

Falsely yours,
Henry Rollins