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I'm at my desk writing letters.



I'm currently at my desk writing letters to some people that I love; ones that I'm abundantly grateful for in every possible way my being knows how. There's a third of a glass of wine settled to my right, along with three stamps ready to be slapped on an envelope. I have a movie paused at 15 minutes and 44 seconds and I twirl my hair as I type this.


This is the life I live. This is the life I get to live. Where empty spaces are filled by a supernatural love, passions are brought to life with every sunrise and sunset, and oxygen flows without thought. It is a full, free, practical, yet beautiful life.


I never want to forget that. I never want to lose sight of who's voice matters and why I've been put on this earth. Never forgetting will come at a cost. I will say no to things, so I can say yes to something more valuable. It's a sacrifice to sustain a safety I'm unwilling to give up and not everyone will understand. Being in the world, not of it, won't make sense to everyone. That's okay.


On the days where skies are dark and hearts are heavy, I hope you find a candlelit faith knowing there is a Father who holds all things in the palm of His hand, despite how the world's tale makes it look.


You matter. You belong. And you are loved.


Goodnight, world. 🖤

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