To my traveled relative, whom is indeed unrelated, 

Yet identifies as my sibling.

Time really flies, doesn't it?

How's life in the outside;

Better, worse?

Our little tree hidden neighborhood just isn't the same since you left,

But we all know that you're having fun.

And that is what matters, is it not?

I do hope that things are leveling out where you are,

Especially since things are going downhill for us, even faster than you on your blades,

Drawing circles of grace and fluidity around us on the cracked asphalt.

However, it has to get gloomy before the sun can peek through!

Maybe the clouds are concealing us now,

But we will make the sky sparkle with spirits and ideas once again.

Confusion is something best dealt with while supported by friends and loved ones,

No matter where they are. Remember that, okay?

Stay in touch, 

And see you soon.