Dear DiannaDear Dianna.So I'm sitting here listening to the soundtrack to The Perks of Being a Wallflower, in a small NorCal town in which nothing exciting ever happens, and suddenly I’m hit with the inspiration to finally get around to writing to you. Merely because I so strongly wanted you to know how much you’ve helped me. I’ve stumbled upon a bout of courage which does not come easily to me. I suppose it’s another one of those things I find myself seeking out quite often. You, yourself, have been quite the inspiration to me. In all my struggles, my ups and my downs, I’ve always found great inspiration from you. I’ve learned…I’m still learning, to love myself. I fight insecurities and a sadness that at times seems too great an obstacle for me to handle.But I am still here, albeit surviving, or so it seems. I look forward to the day where it doesn’t feel like just surviving, its living life. I’m working on a lot of things, how not
remaining closeso meet me by those plain colored signsyou know the one's where you promised that you'd always be mineand we'll leave this place and go far awayunless you'd rather stayam i moving all too fast?i just want to make this lasti want to kiss you gently under another skyso i can't just idly stand byi can only wait for foreveras long as it's with you, my lover.
These Sorrows I CarryThis sorrow is a giant grey boulderPerched atop shoulders that can not bear the weightThis worlds sorrows, I take, like a burden I can not quellI wish to take these boulders and throw them in the oceanTo sink them into darkness where they can harm no oneI see everyone's sorrowsAnd since I can not merely throw them awayI take them into myselfI try to carry your sorrowsAnd yet, yet I am shouting for someone to hear meTears that fall like endless rainThat do not comfort like raindrops on rooftopsI hear you, I hear you, I hear youYou are loved, you are so very lovedYou alone to not have to carry such sadnessI'll carry it for youLike a carrier pigeon holding a precious letterI will tether ribbons of every length and every color to your heart stringsThere is a type of beauty in such a sadnessI will kiss this melancholy away with strawberry flavored lipsSo sleep soundly tonight, in a murky sky blueBecause tomorrow you will drink catnip tea and listen to songs you wish you