This One's Too Short And Self-Obsessed

Dear K,

Well I'm glad you're out there, even if it is just in the woodwork. I wish you wouldn't tuck into yourself so much, but then again you're always fun to chase. I told you I wrote you a letter, and I did, but I don't think it's for you, I think I wrote it and it turned out to be for someone else, or the you in my head turned out to be someone else.

I'm not going to mail the letter to you. I'll try to mail something else though. It's a watercolor I made when I was trying to think of ways to cheer you up.

The whole lite-brite thing makes sense. I've always allowed others to arrange my life, and I rarely held onto any part for myself. I guess I thought that's what Jesus did, and that's what we should all do with our lives. When I was little I used to want to be Jesus, and every Good Friday I'd imagine dying for everyone, trying to redeem them all. I used to shiver and shake in the pew.

This took one took a dark turn,
I'm ending it now,

K