Dear me,
I feel separated from you.
And I need your help, because I can't solve anything with my body, I need you, I need me.
For the first time, I don't know what's going on inside me, and I can't figure out.
Sometimes I become my body, sometimes my soul.
But I need you both at the same time.
Maybe we should try something like blind dating.
You would pretend like you didn't know who was coming.
Yeah, we can sort something out. We should.
Or maybe I can come with you just to make you comfortable, and introduce you to my body and other way around.
I can count on you, right?
You won't let me down, will you?
You are me.
