a letter from home

I am back in KCMO, mostly. I don’t want to be, although I don’t exactly want to be back at camp, either.

At the moment, I don’t really want to be anywhere. I should also note that I am still filled with this overwhelming calm and silence inside of me. At this point, I am not sure I like it; it leaves me floating, with no desire to be anywhere or do anything…

More later, I have to run to work, and pretend to want to be there, but, really, I have been faking that one for years now…

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