Oh, Colleen. Colleen, Colleen, Colleen.
The above is like a metamorphosis. It was by luck that it was arranged in the right order.
If I could write a letter to you... well, you're already laughing. You know all my thoughts, so why should I bother fumbling to explain myself?
But I will write a bit. Or a lot. I will write because I'm pretty sure nobody reads this and I can probably spill my heart out to someone imaginary, so real to me, here in a corner that is also imaginary and real. Tongue-in-cheek, I could say you are the highest part of my religion, whatever that is.
