Where Are You?

Dear G,
Well, I've been avoiding doing this, but I feel like I have to say something. I mean, KNOCK KNOCK, are you still there? I'm worried about you. You've gone all... dark and quiet, so unlike you. I think I like it better when you rant and rave. Since you've been in retreat or whatever I've been thinking you might explode, you know? You're usually so... emotive! What's going on? Are you mad, sad, scared? Is it all about autism, or is it more? Can I do anything? Take care of yourself... WRITE.
Love,
Me.

Dear Me,
Thanks. Good questions. Not sure. Yes, and no. I'm ok, I think. Just can't quite find my sentences. Maybe a poem?

Where was I?
Wound licking
worry wicking
nothing clicking

treat tricking
list ticking

fingers flicking
a bit of ass kicking

no room for goldbricking
stuck doors still sticking
mind-pimple picking

thin or thicking
where i am

Love, G