a series: letters to God

by epi

Dear God,

Where in the hell heck have I been? I feel like I’m waking up, and I’m afraid to even ask about what I’ve missed. I guess, also, if I’ve been asleep all this time, why don’t I feel rested? More like I’ve been in a fog straining my eyes and clenching my teeth, and everything was dark and I was moving fast and so I was terrified of colliding with some unseen “something”. Or was I even moving? Did the world pass me by? I can’t tell. I guess I should stop writing you (are you there) and stand up and look around and find out where I am, maybe look for clues about where I’ve been.


A (formally?) lost sheep.