Dear Sarah, Sometimes take the day to brain fart Douda is unlike any human I've ever met or even heard of The grand gestures are crazy grand and overwhelming-- but now I can see the tiny things they express and that keeps me from panicking and exploding My new favorite item in the world is a letter with a homemade wax seal I feel like I was stumbling around and fell onto a pile of diamonds hidden behind a bush Like a tiny bush That I can't believe no one looked behind And I keep waiting for guerilla fighters to show up and say back off the diamonds lady But nobody's saying anything In fact, almost everyone is helping me keep the diamonds And it's creepy I think that means I have low self esteem I don't want to be a horrible entitled person and cackle and throw the diamonds in the air and think of course they're mine Also -- I'm burned out I'm glad mama's coming back, I missed her I fell apart with her and Douda far away And I don't think I ever fully recovered I think now I can start to Today was my last brain fart And it was beautiful and stinky And I will cherish it always |