bloody knuckles

Letter to a Somebody who's now a Nobody.



I believe in your God..
I value the things you do.
My heart is good and pure like yours.
My intentions are true.
So in this short, dull gray life and collapsing world, when we are allotted small and beautiful things like each other, capture them.
When we dream a dream worth remembering we ought to write it down.
When we possess a talent worth sharing with the world, it's important that we do.
You are my dream.
You are my music.
Most importantly you are worth remembering. Sharing. Writing down and keeping.

This is love.

A heart in love is not sorrow, anger, deception, ache.
It is never easy, simple, or appropriately timed. This is why we must catch it. Run after it. Become breathless obtaining it, because it is breathtaking.

It is never easy and that is why we must work to keep it. To write it, play it, live it, enjoy it, share it.
With each other.

This is what the God I believe in teaches me.
My god is your God.
I am good like you.

My intentions, true.