Dear Black dog,
You have been chasing me relentlessly for the past month – again. Sometimes, I manage to run faster than you, sometimes I’m just not strong enough and I slow down. You on the other hand seem to have swallowed dynamite, because you just don’t stop. The few times that you do take a rest, I can still feel your eyes, watching me.
I wonder if the devil isn’t riding along with you, holding out a bottle of meds and spurring you on to chase me faster…
You make me so tired.
When will you stop?
When will you leave me alone?
For how many years are you still going to torment me?
I would appreciate you letting me know all this, just so that I can know.
Hope, the happy hugger.