Dear You,

Misery taunts. Sometimes it seems like it is far too much to bear. A fruitful tree is bent towards the ground as if it is carrying a burden. So if this is a burden, you are a tree laden with fruitfulness.

My friend said that life is ironic. That pleasure is bitter and pain is sweet.

Life goes on, even as tides of haunting sadness splash on your shore. Maybe they splash so loudly to make you forget that, in the end, every tide has it's ebb.

Everyone says it's going to be okay. But it's okay not be okay. I think about my favourite books & they're falling apart & forlorn. And the stains on each page and each tear takes me back to a memory I don't want to forget. They're falling apart, but they're my favourite.

Here, take my heart. Take my thoughts & all my prayers. Give me a smile in return. A real one. A smile that screams that you're going to sculpt this nonsense into goodness.

Because right now, at this very moment, you are where God intended you to be. So have faith.

Forever hopeful,

Me.