Hey there. Remember me? I’m still here. It rained a little and you left me outside, but I managed. The wind is strong and sometimes my foundation is shaky. The dust leaves my throat dry and my eyes watery. I can’t sleep but I’d rather stay in bed all day. Do you remember this feeling? Or how you turned away my shelter? Maybe it was all in my head. I suppose it was anyway. Your pages are blank but somehow you manage to fill them up. You put me down to start a completely new page. I suppose I’m just a placeholder. And I don’t mind it I guess. Remember me?