#92

Breathe. Turn the lights down low, lay down on the floor, close your eyes and breathe. Take in the scent and texture of the room around you and inhale life. Inhale life and exhale pain.

What do you think of? Do you worry about the uncertainty of the future and of where you’ll end up? Are you satisfied with the things strewn about your life? Will you always be satisfied with those things? Do you feel as afraid as I do?

Are you alright? How are things going on with your life? Are you balanced? Or do you feel as if you’re operating without a real sense of balance right now, just as I do? Don’t worry if you are…keep looking and you’ll find your balance…eventually. Just keep your feet on the path and don’t fall, never fall.

Are you alone? Or do you feel others with you; do you feel the life around you? Can you feel the heartbeat of the world subconciouslly tapping beneath your feet? Or are you as alone and solitary amidst a vast emptiness just like the stars above?

Is your happiness as real as you say it to be, think it to be? Or is it just a passing phase, something so simple and so fragile that, if you put even just a little too much time and thought into it, that it’ll break and shatter underneath the scrutiny? Or is it something real that’ll really persist forever? Do you really know? Or is it just a desire or a want?

Are you happy?
Are you happy?

I hope you are. Because whoever you might be, I do love you and I always will. I might not be what you want and I might not even be someone you’d like, but I love you all the same. So be happy. Love is all this frigid world has to offer and you have it, by me if by no one else (and I’m sure there are others who love you too), so you have every reason to be happy. So please, be happy.