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.