It’s been so long since I last wrote.

It’s 11:43 p.m. almost midnight. I’m in sorrow, alone in my bed, the busiest colours on my phone blinking like someone else’s life. Tears gather on my pillow and I start to write.

I talk, quietly, to my shadow and to the wide, patient universe. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to the stars. “Maybe I was wrong. Is this my punishment?” My voice trembles, please don’t let me fall deeper. Make me stronger. Show me the way.

And I say sorry to myself too, sorry for stepping into this pain. Please don’t let me give up or lose hope, keep my head high.

I’m doing my best. I know I deserve more than ‘best’. I am not lonely in this aloneness, because I still have me, and I have you, dear universe. Guide my steps. Help me find the light.

If you read this at midnight, know this: being fragile tonight does not make you weak. It means you are human. Breathe. Hold on. The universe is listening.

~ Reen