DearLola

Dear Lola,

I heard somewhere that writing letters is good for the soul. It’s a lesson that I always wanted to learn.

I think of you somewhere out there.

(Watching from the shadows.)

And I can’t wait for my White Knight to rush in and save the day.

And I don’t know what I really want. Companionship? Personal Patreonage? Love? It’s like the rest of the world is speaking a different language. One full of meanings that ask impossible things of me — requiring me to feel emotions that I don’t feel.

I am a shallow bowl. A saucer.

I’m searching for someone to fill me up.