the nights are rarely easy, you find yourself staring at the ceiling, thinking you should be counting sleep, your eyes heavy from all the things you hold and yet you carry on, remaining strong, quietly thinking of everything you’ll never say out loud and when you wake up, you’re sometimes shocked, your eyes open to disbelief, wondering when you even got the chance to fall asleep…. you see, for those of you who are weary, concealing an emotional truth, for those of you who claim to be fine when you’re not, the weight of that tiredness creeps up on you in such a way that you wake up in the morning sort of dazed and confused and slightly relieved because you thought you’d get no sleep…
and you’re right here in front of my words which means you’re sitting here in front of me and I just need you to know that things are going to get better….I need you to understand that even while things have not gone your way, you are still deserving of a miracle, even if that miracle is staring back at your whenever you look into the mirror….
you are magic, even on your toughest of days and I hope something good happens to you… I hope this day grants you another opportunity to witness magic, even if what you’re witnessing is inside your own body, inside your heart and mind…
and if you ever need someone, if you ever need me, I’ll be inside these words and every time you read these words, I’m with you…
