09 December 2007

13. Dear Sasha

Dear Sasha,
I'm wondering if this is why I should decide to not have friends much anymore. It's awfully painful. I've tried to have fun finding you - tried to file the past and enliven the future. And I am just not feeling my inner circus right now. The lions are emaciated and the tightrope walkers can't find their magical shoes. It's not in the stars? I'm just not for you?

You might be thinking I'm slow and that I should've known this so many years ago.

I'm not dumb. I just had to try again. I just wasn't ready to give up on you yet.


p.s. The river seems yellow today. Pfffft.

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