dear god,
i need some help. i haven't written to you in a while. and i'm sorry. forgive me, i haven't brushed my teeth today. and i'm blue again. how is the devil? tell him i started smoking again and that i miss my grandma. tell him i'll be running a little late to the funeral on friday, i have to get my brother. tell him he should forget about me and i'm not even worth waiting for, tell him to rack em in, and that i can be denied. Can you tell him i miss the smell of the willows in my backyard..back in april, in 95 in the peace. tell him i'm starting to look like one. I'm slouching and falling in holes. tell him i can't stop digging holes for myself and that i'm on my way. tell him i can't see anything anymore, tell him i'm so tired. god i am so so tired. tell him to let me catch up on my sleep bank and to take away my debt, maybe i should tell you that. tell him to tell the flys to stop landing on me. Can i find you though god? I'm looking for you in the shadows but all i see is darkness. Is this the way it's supposed to be? God tell the devil i don't have much time left. tell him i don't mind anymore. I'm packing my bags and my sins so you can check them off the list. one last favor, can you tell him i would understand if he never wants to see me again?
Amen.
