I was supposed to be all right and writing about how all right I am. As I was supposed to show you pictures of how all right this place is and put up captions of all the right words for you to see how all right I was supposed to be. The truth is, I was all right. For a while, I was. And even now when I am not all right, I am. As I am supposed to be all right.
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But things went all right until they didn’t. Just like lies were all right until truth be known. So the truth is… lies were swept under the carpet. And unfortunately, that carpet was fortunately me.
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For the reasons known only to me…please trust me that what I am not writing here today when I am supposed to be all right is something too embarrassing for me to even believe. You just have to trust me on this. Because I have traveled so many miles, left so many angels, gone this far, this long to face what was supposed to be love – but on my fifth morning to have woken up to a demon waiting for a battle.
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I was supposed to have come home. I was supposed to be home. And so I did come home to this supposedly all right place, only to find that it has been painted with dishonesty. Still, I stay. For I have traveled so many miles, left so many angels behind, gone this far, this long to know… that I am not in for the demon waiting to fight, I am in for the two angels taking me aflight.
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I am angry. I am sad. I am tired. I am all that. But be still. I am all right.
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Questa è Enida 
Nida, come back, everything will be alrighter, even when the sun shines right at your face, it’d still be the alrightest!