Dear Miss October,

I want you to take a moment to read this so you can understand it. I want you to embrace it and bring it in.

I want you to clear your mind for a moment. Put down the paperwork and/or pen. Put aside the next thing you were going to do.

Picture me.

Look at my face. Scan my body.

Look closer. Deeper. Past my 7 layers, into the muscle. Past the muscle into my bones. Look at the shape of my skull. Can you picture it? Picture it. See it. It’s in there.

I’m only skin and bones, blood and muscle, hair and nails, and a synthetic layer of clothing. My skull looks just like yours. We’re all the same inside. We’re not living for anyone but ourselves. Let’s do that. We have no ties. We have no greater reasons. Tomorrow never knows. You are nothing but what’s embodied in your own protective flesh. Your hands extend to the tips of your fingers. No further. Ever. No matter how hard you try.

But it’s your soul that touches me, still. Every day.

Sometimes I get a little bored at work and hope someone will leave a comment so I can talk to someone on the outside. The comments are becoming less and less frequent. Perhaps that’s my fault for posting such worthless shite.

So again… you can comment on today’s post… or… otherwise…

I leave this space open to you… to say something. Say hi. Share something with me and whoever might be reading. It’s your time. Your space. What do YOU want to say?