Stay
Tell me something beautiful.
Let it be the soft fog on an early morning, where the world seems to vanish. The particular quiet, a cousin to snow-silence. Gentle and comforting, a reminder that the bad things ease, the frantic pace slows, that love is waiting on the outskirts—even unseen.
It’s easy to forget to stop and breathe. It’s easy to forget how connected we are, how connected we could be.
Tell me something beautiful.
That the walls come down, and it is easier than you imagine it to be. How we find each other in the dark, seemingly by accident. But there are no mistakes, only decisions, only happy bits of fate. Only this way and that way.
Tell me something beautiful.
How the heart is an ocean, and you trail salt air everywhere. How we are both wave and lighthouse, both depth and shore. How love is really the only answer to any question.
Tell me something beautiful.
This, this moment, right here. For all its mess, there is also splendor. For all its chaos, there is also peace. Even if there is silence, love sits in the margins. Care is the marrow of joy. Joy is right around the corner.
Tell me something beautiful.
I am glad you are here. Stay.
CW: suicide
(September is suicide prevention month. Depression is a monster that lies. Twists. Manipulates. It’s tried to eat people I care about. Consider this a reminder that you are loved. No matter what. If you are in my life, my love is not conditional. I do not run. I am not easily moved to follow anything by my own heart. I love fiercely. Stay.)