The letters, the letters, the letters. I am behind them even though I am inside them. And I try to use them as an exit but there is no way out; my mind goes round and round because there is no voice to set it free. God has no voice but he has spoken to me in actions, but sometimes I forget to pray, and then what will happen to my prayers? I must tell them.
Help me. Help me. Help me. I can, but I cannot. I do, but it is not done completely, because the connections in my head don’t work save the one that connects to my stomach: that one pulls and twists and reminds me that I traded everything for this. For this, and is it nothing now? Is it not even my self?
God, please help me because I have no place to go, I cannot leave my head and it won’t even let me be there. It is too full of doubts to make me comfortable.
Where did it go? That place where I was, it was warm and I belonged, and I was there only two nights ago. Am I certain I will not be there again?
