Dear april

Dear April,

it’s been so long since things were okay for more than a moment. it was nice to see that again. it made me feel so alien, isn’t that funny? or even guilty. paranoid. not quite that dramatic, but shades of those feelings.

sometimes all it takes is something new. new things can hurt too, and new places can be lonely, and new words... new voices telling you things you have or haven’t heard before, things you did or didn’t want to hear. who knows what you needed to hear.

since you’ve gone, i’ve learned how important it is to dream. Last night i asked myself, “how far can fantasy take you?”

I don’t know. i’ll find out and let you know.