when I close my eyes at night and dream of something beautiful,
I never quite remember what that something looks like-
but I know the feeling in my heart when I wake.
a soft flutter and a boundless optimism that the world will heal itself through love.
that somehow, somewhere, there is hope for a happiness that I can sustain.
decisiveness is both the most beautiful blessing and the most wretched of curses.
all I can do is wait - universe, please guide me.