Resurrection

Dear you,

I'm here because I'm scared again. I'm scared of not feeling guilty, of forgetting my morals and beliefs. Everyone's going with the flow, so why on God's earth shouldn't we, too, go? We just keep drowning in vicious cycles and try to make ourselves forget. Sometimes we make it. Other times we don't. We get weak, and decide to go a little with the flow, little enough for us to notice, little enough for them to never see. We steal moments of ordinary lives, with extraordinary emotions. We run to the people we love, to help us make sure it doesn't last more than a few minutes, or perhaps days. So that we never fall short on hope, and so that we remain a little bit ordinary, instead of breaking all ties loose with our ordinary life.

Life shouldn't be lived to the fullest all the time. Sometimes all we need is a deep beath, a long, comforting and lasting hug from someone we really really love, and a few moments of endless silence. So we can live again. Like a resurrection. 

I love him.

Yours faithfully and sincerely,

N.