Dear Sarah

I have yet to journal a word. I wanted to paint you a vibrant mural but I am told that I have these colors confused. I am trying like A crazy to tell you what I do upon the daily. These hard times have strengthened me the point of the freeze below. Thunderstruck not once, not twice, but thrice and soul goes my flow.

People scoff at the idea of a flat earth but if they only knew about this Flat town. Perhaps its why you spotted me. How in the hell did you see me? Who are you?!? Are you—Nobody—too?

born in Plain view yet invisible to the world. in that dull town next to of course god america, I experienced something very peculiar.

You do not want anything from me but why then are you so kind and gentle to me? You never ask for anything yet you are so giving. What is your ulterior motive?!

I assume we have the same atoms but apparently it goes deeper than that.. I cannot make me celebrate myself so would you please stop cheering me on. How dare you make me feel and think the way you do!

However, I still wish there were more people like you. I am sorry for not understanding you but it has nothing to do with a poor mindset. I am dysfunctional or so I have been led to believe.

I mean my mechanics must be broken because I cannot and will not ever be rude to you so please do not temp me.

Perhaps it is why I am no comedian, but as long as you are smiling, I do not mind if you are laughing at me or with me.

A machine mind with an autonomous heart, when I grow up I am going to be just like you.

I have to fly off now, for i hear the child’s cry and I am the arrow headed for the OpenSea.

(Dear Sarah Series)