Miserable. You look and are undeniably miserable. No rest for the weary and the disinterested. It has become a strain and source of frustration and fatigue. So why do you bother? Word on the street is, “you already know.”

Your friends have listened and your enemies have overheard that you are no longer happy. Constantly warring between the “what if” and the “woulda, shoulda, couldas” in the very core of your soul, you hide your face to save face. When did it become unbearable? Can you remember the shift in the connection? The times the climate waxed from hot to cold in milliseconds. Do you remember what you were like before? Before you were reminded that there was so much more?

You ask for advice and rehearse the story. Some hints as subtle as the releasing of bricks in lieu of the releasing balloons weigh heavily. So heavily. And there is an emptiness. A chasm so deep that there is no recollection of what once filled its place. Ask not another what they think. For you have dulled the hearing of every sounding board. Word on the street my friend is, “you already know.”

As do I.

Love,
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