Dear Dory,

I'm rooting for you.

And not just because if you go down, you'll take me with you, but because you need it.

You're too adventurous for your own good,

but you're too lazy to do anything about it.

I've been sitting around for too long, bored from talking to these dust bunnies.

Let me out if this cage.

I have this itch to play the piano, and a longing to jump out of a plane head first.

I want to hike Mount Everest, and walk the length of the Great Wall of China, and sail from the tip of South America to the the shores of Australia, and even backpack across Europe.

I've been at the end of your leash for too long, and you've been at the end of a leash that's being held by your brain.

Let's try something.

Just for a day, let me switch spots with your brain.

I want you at the end of my leash and your brain at the end of yours.

Let me boss you around, just for a day.

And maybe, if you like it, I can be promoted permanently. I know it's a hard job, but I think I can do it. I've never been given the chance, but I think I'll surprise you.

I've had more influence on you than you think.

I'm the one putting songs in your head,

I'm the one who tells you it's okay to smile,

I'm the one who tells you it's okay to give me away, even though you'd be giving me away...

I'm the one who tells you it's okay to fall in love...

To love with all of me...

To love with all of you...

And I know I've steered you wrong with love in the past, but I've been observing you for awhile now and I can just tell

I think this one is gonna be different

Just remember I'm the one who told you it's okay to love love.

I'm the one who told you it's okay to be happy, even after all the stuff you've been through.

I'm the one who told you to experience life.

I'm the one who knows what you should do with your life, but you won't listen.

Your ears are full of water and your eyes are glued to the dictionary and your mouth is too tongue tied to speak out against your brain and your fingers are inter-twined with the strands in your hair and your feet are facing different directions and your elbows are pointing up and down at the same time and your knees are caved in and your back looks broken because you are slumped over in a tangled mess of hinges and puppet strings, dancing around to the beating of your...

brain

because I'm not the one holding the controls...

But when you're ready to dance to the beating of your heart, let me know.

I'll be waiting.

And if you're not sure who to look for, remember:

I'm the one holding the scissors.

Sincerely, your Heart