Bri

Dear Bri,
Your brother, my friend, left a message on my machine. He was frantic saying you were talking crazy and that you wanted to do away with yourself. I guess he thought I'd be a perfect resort because we've had this inexplicable connection since our youth. And yes they're in shock .They are panicked. You and your chronic, them and their drama. You this embarrassment and us in the middle of this delusion. If we were our bodies, if we were our futures, if we were our defenses I'd be joining you. If we were our culture, If we were our leaders, If we were our denials then I'd be joining you. I remember vividly a day, years ago, we were camping, and you knew more than you thought you should know. You said "I don't want ever to be brainwashed" and you were mindboggling, you were intense. You were uncomfortable in your own skin. You were thirsty but mostly you were beautiful. If we were our nametags, if we were our rejections, if we were our outcomes I'd be joining you. If we were our indignities, if we were our successes, if we were our emotions I'd be joining you. You and I we're like 4 year olds. We want to know why and how come about everything. We want to reveal ourselves at will and speak our minds and never talk small and be intuitive and question mightily. And find God. My tortured beacon, we need to find like-minded companions. If we were their condemnations, if we were their projections, if we were our paranoias I'd definitely be joining you. If we were our incomes, if we were our obsession, if we were our afflictions I'd be joining you. We need reflection. We need a really good memory. Feel free to call me a little more often
Love Always,
Katie