Youssef, it’s me Bella — 10.26.2020
Toronto, ON


Youssef, it’s me Bella


But in my quiet voice. I don’t know where I should go. My god has been taken from me, or I have left him. Or I’m not sure if he ever existed at all. I trace my steps and remember. The light is always in me after all. I let it reach me. It has to reach me. That feeling in my chest is the only god I believe in. Energy. That I know. The chances of meeting you here are very unlikely but I write to you anyway. I write to you anyway. Do you believe in God? I trace my words within this letter and I can’t tell of who I’m speaking of. My God My God or my God. Youssef, the chances of meeting you here are very unlikely but I write to you anyway. 
How are you anyway?