I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
I didn't ask for it to be over, but then again, I didn't ask for it to begin. For that's the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunsets.
This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days Smiles when sadness intrudes Rainbows to follow the clouds Laughter to kiss your lips Sunsets to warm your heart hugs when spirits sag Bauts for your eyes to see Friendship to brighten your being Faith so that you can believe Confidence for when you doubt Courage to know yourself Partience to accept the truth Love to complete your life