Let's pretend we're not needy.

This is what I sound like
speaking from inside a walnut shell.
It is high pitched and muffled.
It is almost inaudible.
I only speak in three syllabled phrases,
and say things like:
hello there,
how are you,
and I am dead.

I will befriend a squirrel
who won't eat me,
because I relieve her boredom,
sometimes.
Most of the time,
we stay on the telephone
without saying anything.
This consoles the innate inherence
of human loneliness,
which is abnormal for a squirrel and walnut to feel,
but we cope with it over tea.

When we do talk on the telephone,
it is usually about failed relationships
and the non-inability of alienating people
in subconscious ways.

During the days she feels loneliest,
she will ask me why I choose to stay inside my shell.
Since I verbally communicate using only three syllabled phrases,
I will answer her through a six page letter,
typed, and fed-exed.

I will never know why I  chose  fed-ex.
I do not think their rates are cheaper.

In the letter,
I  will emphasize on human misery
and the constriction of freedom by human desires,
which would read unconvincing coming from a walnut.
I will not write about my credibility on human affairs;
rendering me pretentious.

The letter will begin with these words,
"In the course of a human lifespan,
I will have not written anything coherent to reality."