Letter Dated Wednesday, September 9th

Dear Fearless Leader,

I know I'm very small. The things I have and the group of people I know

are very small. Some days I like that. Most days, nothing seems to matter,

whether I get out of bed, whether or not I speak to someone, whether I show

up to work.

It's hard to see a purpose in all of this.

I had a beautiful dream last night. You were in it. I don't remember what

you looked like, or what we said. I just remember I was happy. When you

went to leave, I grabbed on to your robe.

The world makes very little sense. I move through it like a hypocrite.

Sometimes I wonder if I love at all, or I only lie to myself. It was

beautiful for one moment to know what my heart wanted.

Your servant,

BJ