Fighting the Sorrow

You'll be happy to know I'm dancing again and I am remembering to smile at the sun too. Your name is healing on my wrist and the colors in this world are growing more vivid by the day. Oh, and by the way, we've all stopped crying into our coffees. 

Carry Matches, Burn Me

Come on Sunshine, cry a little, get it out of your system, and then let me remind you how to spark. 

RSVPing for the Awakening

I'd like to be around when you put yourself back together. 

What I'd Have Written on the Epitaph

You always were bold and rash. Who was I to see it as a weakness when I envied your "bravery"?

Into the Landslide

From now on I'm going to be the last one out of the ash and rubble. Every time. I refuse to lose anyone else without one hell of a fight. 

Sprained, Cracked, Broken Whatevers

You may not be in a ton of pain, but you're definitely not yourself today. Take a few days to rest and I'll see you again in a week. 

Keep Trying, Honey

You keep saying you want to live in a better world, but you have to change the way you live if you ever expect anyone else to. Until you realize this I cannot do anything else for you. 

Beautiful Star You've Become

I respect your decision to shine from afar, but could you please come close enough for us to congratulate you. Just one more time. 

The Yearbook's Promise

We all need a friend at some point or another. Thank you for being there when I was lost somewhere maps hadn't yet seen, I'll repay the favor when you need it most.

Until then this radio silence is something bittersweet, ain't it, Babe? (See what I did there, I let your voice and vernacular inspire me -- again.)

Yet to Come to Terms

Someday I'll visit and I'll plant you an entire garden - not just leave a few flowers. 

All Hail the Queen!

I won't be able to call you this year, but that doesn't mean I care any less than I have ever before. In fact, I've been wondering how your pet ninja Sam has been doing and I've been meaning to ask which tiara or shamrock encrusted treasure you'll be parading about in this year. There's another book waiting for you on the kitchen table, signed by all the people you've been missing most lately, and there's coffee in the microwave (just put it on high for 10 seconds when you're out of the shower).  It's been a rough year, but you're doing so well for yourself, Darling. I'm so proud of you. Hopefully today brings you all that you deserve and more for your hard work and success.

I promise I'll call before the week is up, but for now, this will have to do. With all my love, someone too far away for either of our good. 

What You Don't Hear Enough

You're all grown up now. Someone different than I remember. And as much as I miss the wonderful times we once shared, I am so proud of you. Today. All days. For doing so well with what you have before you. 

Coffee-Stained Hands

This has become the means of my living. It has nothing to do with you. 

Still Stings Sometimes

I swear I won't be the last person to break your heart, but I am sorry the timing made me the first. 

Ten Pounds Lighter

It's amazing how much cleaner you can think when you get rid of the overgrown donation piles in your life. All those clothes you outgrew two years ago, the dishes you replaced in December, and even the hair on your head. Little by little, you should take those things to the people who need them most. 

The Holes You Burned

I am starting to realize that the reason for everything ultimately makes us each more unique and also more resilient than ever before thought.

Losing you last December has killed us all for far too long and it's time we start living again. We'll each do all the things we would have and should have done with you; it won't be out of spite though, Love, but out of honor. 

House Warming Present

Hey Honey, I just wanted you to know
that I'm so proud of you! I won't be able
to call you tonight, like I had hoped -

things got too busy at work and I'll
be here late, but that doesn't mean
I'm any less overjoyed. Oh, and Sweeatheart,
now's a good time to pick up that pen
of yours and craft something of your own -

this is one of those feelings you're gonna
wanna hold on to for as long as you can. 

Laundry Mat Blues

Sittin' at the bus stop counting quarters to wash three shirts and a pair of jeans, wonderin' if you'll be thirteen cents short of a bus ride home again, askin' if there's a less humiliating way to get across town than walkin' in ripped shorts and a stained backpack.

Sittin' at the bus stop again just tryin' to make the most of this, gotta crawl out of the mud somehow eventually, wonderin' what it takes for the sun to shine, askin' how we got here anyway.

Sittin' at the bus stop I'm thirteen cents short of a ride home, Honey, you deserve better than this. 

To Our Beloved Nerd

It's been far too long since you've come to visit. The fridge has been named Chewbacca and the coffee's always hot, but it doesn't taste the same without your distinct sense of conversation and all the video game referrences.

Please come by soon. or at the very least, give us a call. 

The World Keeps Turning

Right now, more than anything, we need a hero. One with as much creativity and brilliance as you once offered. 

Befriending the Beekeeper

My time could run out any day now, but I will not pull away on my own. Time will have to come up with something pretty fucking good if he wants to pull my hand from yours. 

10lbs of Ink to Mail out

I've been writing to strangers more. It makes me miss you less. 

Still on Your Feet

You will never grow into your wings if you cannot enjoy where you are now.

By the way, Honey, the cardboard box castle is still standing in the garage and the pillow fort is better than ever in the living room. Ready for whatever your imagination holds this weekend. 

Knowing Too Much Stings

I was so interested in how the sky would taste that I never even smelled a flower. 

Better than Neosporin or Band-aids

I could have been the drop of morning dew that healed you if only you'd have caught a single dawn. 

Fumbling Across Fault Lines

You think feeling empty is the same as feeling lonely. As if having nothing to motivate you and having a lack of contact could ever equate nicely.

No. They are not the same at all.