CURTAIN

That's it, this writing is coming to an end, I don't have much to say I think I do anymore.

You know, the light hasn't come back yet, but here on this insignificant paper, it seems to me that there is a little hope between the paragraphs.

Thank you for reading these words stuck in my heart, and for seeing a little of me, my true self. Here I am thanking you, because the light is alive, there between these lines. And my heart beats a little more than I once did. I'm always unstable, not so reliable but I embrace every part of me, because it's all me. And I like to think I pour some of my spleen here, so it doesn't come back. The light appears, my fingers running through my keyboard.

So thank you, for everything, believe in the return of the day, of life. I believe in it a little more than I used to, and that's good.