I love you, I love you, I love you. You don't mind my mind and that makes me love you even more.
I have been finally committed, like we always speculated I will.
Do you remember the slight memory losses I have suffered from in the past? I am having them now, for I have no memories of coming to this place at all.
It is asylum of sorts, a mental institution, not like the one in which your dear Auntie *writing intelligible* works, but a horrible, dark and damp place with no hope left at all... The only hope I have is that I will find solace within it, somehow, soon, like I have found solace within myself on our travels. And that you will come and break me out of here.
I just want you, you to cradle me in your arms, my brewing equipment, so that I can make myself calming tea and you some strong and sweet black coffee so that you may continue to work on your devices, and my Tarot cards. That is all I desire right now.
I know that you will find me soon. You have always promised you would, and I trust you with all my heart.
I miss you and every day spent without you breaks my heart a little more.