I wrote a whole long letter, just like many on The Listserve, about how I try to find happiness. But instead, I'll just share a poem that I wrote a long time ago.
time after time
you brought me silence
and water for the lilies I held deep
time after time
I used to peer out into the darkness
fingertips against the windowpane
from a room well lit
time after time I am proven wrong
stories do become flesh
and the lilies do turn white
Remember - things most likely will turn out okay.
Take care,
~M
M
Finland