Dear World …
I am not shattered. I am a willing and able body with hopes thoughts and dreams. I have aspirations and wishful thinking. I paint, read and overthink much of my life. I’m young, but I’m determined (most of the time? some of the time?). I have impact. I have feelings. I can’t sing but that doesn’t stop me. I explore my creativity and read all the time (too much of the time?).
I hope that you remember this. Fuck, I hope that I remember this. Because I’m strong, gosh damn it. So strong and capable. Fuck with me all you want, cause even though I break down does not mean that I no longer exist. It means that I am waiting for my moment to strike. For my moment to make my next move.
Midnight Shenanigans? Midnight Hope. Midnight Dreams. Dawn Beginnings.
Dear PersonIHaven’tMetYet …
I hope that you’re happy, who ever you are. And I hope that when we’re both ready, we find each other. Be happy and make mistakes until then. Fuck, make mistakes when you meet me and as we’re growing old together. Once we’re together nothing will separate us. When life is glum remember that I’m out here somewhere, and I promise to try and remember that you’re out there somewhere, as well. I look forward to shaking your hand, you hugging me from behind, me holding onto you, kisses on the cheek, midnight talks, eating oranges and cuddling with you.
I look forward to it. ( All mine and all yours )
All my love, me.
Who am I to confess my deepest desires to you?
I hope you have beautiful dreams tonight.