This Ain't No Tea Party, Princess

Dear Tarani,

Where are you? Life is a waiting room without you.

I have to give up things. I'm afraid that there will be nothing to fill the space once I do this. I just ate a candy that I found in my pocket. It was a fortuitous find.

I am angular, jagged. The artist is only learning. I am his first project. He has no vision, only brute strength. Detritus gathers beneath me. I cannot stoop to gather the pieces. I end up misshapen, yet I am placed on a pedestal. I cannot remove myself.

Things that happen to humans are not all that interesting.

Love,
the animated experiencer, aka the aggressive player