Dear Sanity, my beloved

Dear Sanity

My beloved, i'd like to say that i've missed you. You told me write from wrong. As I right this right now with the ink still spilling from my lips I cannot help but help but help but feel I made a mistake... Or two.
Did I choose correctly when I'd chosen to choose to leave you? Or was it you who left me? I feel I may be talking in circles for my words sound so terribly square and if I am to continue I may start to loop like circles for my words sound so unfortunatelly spectacular. Now without further ado i'll get write to the point of my pen. You gave me the ability to right again. Move my life in a clockwise direction. As clocks would grow wiser my ink would grow thinner. Now I am stuck in this position with pen part on paper and but a drop left of ink. I suppose I never really did leave you. You just ran out on me and left me sitting by myself. I suppose I could always replace you but it's never the same.
Even if I were to erase my mistakes i'm sure you would not come back.
Fortunatelly, a bit of you still remains so for the both of us i've decided to write three lives at once. You, me, and it. Whichever one you are, thankyou for being there for me untill the words fade out.

Yours terribaly, Loui...