Dear yesterday, I’m sorry for the silence. I tried to speak, but melancholy thoughts clouded my brain. They spread to my throat, clogging my breathes and words. I sewed my lips together and swallowed, turned secrets to stillness.
Dear today, I’m sorry for the noise. Bouncing knees and heavy sighs. Too-loud music to fill out the hollowed parts inside my rib-cage. I’ll face it soon. I promise.
Dear tomorrow, I’m going to try and be braver. I’ll find a way to balance the quiet and the loud, the good and the bad. I’ll be better for you, and for me.
Dear forever, I’ll always try.