The kid is almost home. Check out his final letter after the jump…from WeezyThanxYou.
As I greet you all in my last days on this island, I must reflect. I think back to when I first arrived and I had no clue of what Iâ€™d be experiencing. I was never scared, worried, nor bothered by the situation. For that, I thank God, my family, and you, my amazing fans. I prayed for you all every night, as Iâ€™m aware that I was in your prayers as well. The very first day that I received mail, it was about 300 pieces or more! I smiled like a child of Christmas. But when I began to read them, my heart smiled. I laughed with some of you, reasoned with some of you, and even cried with some of you. I responded to as many of you that time would allow. I plan to keep reading and responding after my release. I thank you all for being so very supportive, as I never imagined how much impact my words and life can have. With this knowledge, I vow to continue to be me! For you have assured time that I donâ€™t have to change for no one but God. I will be the same Martian I was when I left, just better. You fans are more than amazing, and I will for to the end of the world for your love. This isnâ€™t the last of weezythanxyou.com I will continue to thank you when Iâ€™m home.
I simple LOVE you all.
P.S. Thanx for supporting my YM team the way you do!!
Now I like to thank my wonderful family and friends for never letting me down. Your love and support is worth the world. I am grateful for you all and I couldnâ€™t have done it without your love. Also, I thank everyone who came to visit me. That shit meant a lot, straight up! I would do the same, if not more for you.
Now I must dedicated something to the woman in the pictureâ€¦
â€¦sitting on this bed with my back against one of the four walls Iâ€™ve been confined to, all I can think of is you. Staring at you staring at me, from the picture of you that I see. I try so hard to make the picture smile. You look so serious. Seriously beautiful. You, me, we are one. Then I look further to the right and thereâ€™s a picture of â€œthe bed by the waterâ€â€¦ where I dream to be with the woman in the picture that still wonâ€™t smile. I sometimes talk to the picture, but it never responds. Although, Iâ€™ve been told that a picture speaks a thousands words, I only wish that this picture would speak of fourâ€¦ â€œI love you too.â€ That would be the perfect response to what I frequently say to it. You see, the picture of â€œthe bed by the waterâ€ has sand in it, and the woman in the other picture has sand in her hairâ€¦ put them together, and sheâ€™s there. And when I dream, Iâ€™m there with her. Shhhâ€¦ quietly these four walls become that place in the picture. And the woman in the picture begins to whisperâ€¦ â€œI love you tooâ€â€¦ she responds!
And now she smiles. Imagination is perfect.
Dedicated to the woman in the picture.