The Public Consumption of Internal Monologues

I should call you. I don't remember what the time difference is - we're even, you probably don't remember drawing this for me. I'm not traveling back to the place where we met anymore. Nowhere feels deserving of the word "home". I hope you're well. I wonder if I am. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay 

ART CREDIT:

Cyprien Campeaux