Dear Gawd.
Dear Lord on High,
If it would be ok with you, I’d really like to ask for a minor boon.
In the last day or so, I’ve had my brain implode.
Not with pain or anxiety or anuirism (how the fuck do I spell that by the way>) but with concern and an extraordinary stretch of my capacities for empathy, optimisim, concern, affection, cognitive dissonance, and acceptance.
Dear Lord,
Would it please be ok, (and forgive me goodness for asking this) if I could just summer through my own fricking drama then be complicit and burdened with the knowledge of the episodes of all whom I love?
It would be so much easier to be that selfish, I know.
*sigh*
Yesu Cristo,
Amen.
MJ
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