to Sam, love Sam

Dear Sam,

You'd think the corners of your mouth would pop up when the people and places you love come back. When the familiar start to familiarize and the friendly become friendlier.

There's out and there's in. Too little and too much. And I've been down both ends of the spectrum.

I just want to be in between again. I want to find middle ground where I can be here and there but also just here.

They're analyzing me. I know cause I can feel the light burning on my back from the microscope they've put me under. And I knew I'd get here eventually. When you forget to draw your face in the morning, this is where you end up.