Hey, You?
Yes, you.
Hey, you. Yes, you.
You who feels invisible
But doesn’t want to seem miserable?
I see you.
I feel it too.
Hey, you. Yes, you.
You with so much to be grateful for
But still can’t always pick yourself off the floor?
I’ve been there.
You don’t have to go anywhere, today.
Hey, you. Yes, you.
You surrounded by people day in and day out
But who craves a moment where no one is about?
I understand that feeling
That silence can be so freeing.
Hey, you. Yes, you.
You that feels so cold and alone
Who hasn’t been touched in so damn long?
Please don’t fret.
I’m reaching across the internet.
Reach back.
Take my hand.
I’ll be your friend
And you’ll be mine
And we’ll be there for each other
For all of time.
what an unapologetic permission to present ourselves exactly as we feel. i find this also to be a beautiful love letter to oneself, to be read particularly when wearied and wobbled by the world.