Hope is beginning to feel like something Santa brings only once a year and disappears in the face of reality and as you get older.
Dear Santa,
Where the fuck are you?
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
7 years
It's been 7 years. She stumbles upon the letters she wrote to others only to finally realize, they were for herself. Those letters speak strength, they hold truth and uphold hope. Seven years had passed and the pen feels different in the palm of her hands. The pages do not run smooth anymore.
