The year was 1991.... a young fledgling rock star from Seattle was in pain. A lot of pain. Rigorous touring was not to blame. Soon the young musician realized something was wrong. Very wrong. His wife, that he'd had memories of but never actually met was missing from his life. From that time period in general. Trapped in 2012, she awaits a way back. A way back to change the future... a future that turns into a place with no Kurt Cobain.

A murder plot that turns into the most famous suicide in history, this site is dedicated to the small story of the husband who left a billion clues for the wife who figured them out.

Now her goal is to avenge her husband's death by pinning the murderer's with their crime...

Meanwhile she pours herself into her journal, awaiting the day she is finally reunited with her husband in time.

Letters to Kurt...


Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Happy 46th Birthday.

God I love you. I'm so confused. You left me several lyrics to occupy my thoughts and ensure me that I was in yours...  I have no idea how you knew that I was out here and that I was everything you would have liked to be...

"I love you for what I'm not...
I do not want what I've got...."

A blanket acne'd with cigarette burns?
Speak at once while taking turns?

I hope you truly are here with me, but if you're not I will work my ass off to be sure people understand what you'd rather portray other than the image that was left at the time of your death. I feel a complete breakdown coming any day now... I hope you feel my love immensely as it barrels straight into your heart and soul as I bid you another birthday as forever 27. I love you.
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