You tried to find me but all the roads that

You tried to find me but all the roads that led you there were winding, and all the lights that lit the way were blinding. I thought you were the one who was going to save me.

But you didn't save me. You were weak, or didn't care. The one who saved me in the end was

Richard Simmons. "I know you can do it!" he told me, as we sweated to the oldies together. I believed him. But you...you didn't believe in me. My therapist suggested that you were

unbelievable. But I didn't believe her, because I BELIEVE in you! Then my therapist said she didn't believe that. I said, "I'm paying your extortionate rates for your belief in me

." The therapist showed me a chart, "In regards to belief levels, you are somewhere between love and Tinkerbell. We need up your ratings. Start beliving in yourself." I couldn't

I'd tried, I told myself, I had tried to believe, not only in myself but in my existence, in what I was and did and would become, but all to no end; belief requires desire.

But desire requires passion, and passion a belief in something. I didn't believe in anything. How could I? I'd seen the Truth, the endless spinning wheel of Life. There was no

way I could go back to my job at the convenience store. Can you imagine somebody plopping down a candy bar on the counter, only to see my third eye open? My new sky-blue skin was

attractive to the cute color-blind girl who came in every Friday night to flirt with me. She didn't even seem to mind my 3rd eye. I didn't understand until it was too late that

she just couldn't see the third eye resting on my forehead, the colour blindness just made it invisible to her. When she finally noticed after a staring competition, my legs felt