Dear Anonymous,
I have beautiful smiling images of him. I comment on the beautiful engagement he has with the lens and he says,
'Well, I try and think of feeling really great.' and I say 'It truly shows.'
And that struck a tender chord.
He says something like, 'I have something like hope but I also simultaneously live in the grip of paralytic depression.'
The only sound I hear is maybe his heart breaking like a fragile glass blown Christmas tree ornament. That tinkle of wafer thin glass dropping onto a cold floor just short of the carpets edge. Or maybe, it is mine.
' I need an awakening.', he says.
Damn. Let it be so.