I’m working on accepting myself for who I am.
What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.
It was like being exhumed, I answered. And brought to life in a flash of brilliance.
What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow.
There was a long pause before I responded:
It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me - said all at once.
Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming.
At night everything is more intense, more true.
The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning.