Letter 83

Dear You,

Somewhere between now and the concert the distance grew. you detached like you can so easily do. God damn it, I wish I were more like you.

I have been folding paper cranes. It is so calming, It turns off my fucking brain. I want my wish, I want my family, I want you.

And just like them, we may not be touching, but we are held together by a thread, it is not the end until it is the end.

Love, Me