Dear Pneuma,

I lost myself. I think I feel relieved. I am a hard person to be around. I am not very funny. I am often hyper-critical and I am easily bored. When I am around other people, I can share the burden, but when I am alone, I have to spend all of my time with me, and boy is that hard work.

Anyway, I got busy, and I seem to have misplaced myself. I can tell, because there is a vast white emptiness inside.

I keep asking, "What do you want," but I refuse to answer. I have some free time to spend with me, but I am apparently off playing hide-and-seek. It's disappointing, too. I have some good questions for me. I even have the time and space to listen. Where on earth did I go?

If you see me, let me know I am looking.

Thanks,

Cobalt Dreams