I am not miserable in my daily routine.
Oh no. Far from it most of the time.
even in the worst moments
there is still the quiet possibility
that my eyes may light up.
given half a chance
i may curl up in a ball
and read to you these little words i write.
they are all i have here.
im older than i used to be.
its colder than it was
but im warmer and stranger than a red sun
or a broken sky
or a bespoken way
I like it. Even though it is sad, I think there is some hope peeking through :)
We may not see eye to eye, but we can respect each other's opinions and find the truth in them.
Perhaps in those honest conversations, instead of demonising each other,
we might see each other as imperfect humans, doing our best. ~ Jodi Picoult