outside the rain is pouring and each drop is whispering to me how lovely you are. it rolls down the roof and seeps into the soil, creating a song all of its own in the darkness as it falls onto the pavement. my room is dim except for the streetlight peaking through the window over my desk. all the little moments happening to create this moment right now are individually necessary and beautiful. you are rain falling. you are shadows on my bedroom walls. you are subtle light. you are so many things. but all you are allowing yourself to focus on is the dirt beneath the grass, the leaking in the shingles. but i’m lying in my bed staring at the ceiling and all i can think about is how lovely it is to fall asleep to the sound of rain. you are many things, all necessary, all beautiful. and i see it. one day you will, too.
—  madisen kuhn, a text message to a friend who doesn’t realize their worth