Dear Pneuma,
Have you ever lost yourself? I seem to be hiding from myself. I've been looking, but I haven't found me, and now someone else is walking my life. Someone else answers the phone and dresses for the day. I hate to admit this, but someone else has been sleeping in my bed and eating my dinner.
This other is a pale copy, a copy full of cowardice and heavy energy. If you see the real me can you send me back? I miss me. I miss the colorful, loud, energetic brave beast that I am. Maybe I could tear down the oppressive wallpaper the other put up in my kitchen.

Love Always,
(Am I?) Cobalt Blue