Endure

To the invisible friends. 
 Dear Journal, 

The writing comes hard. And "Backspace" is getting hit a little too often. Have I forgotten what it's like to enjoy blogging? Has the glorious magic of pouring my quirks out onto the web page become distant and dry? Likely. 

Life is a sort of strange place to be in. On one hand, it is very dull. On the other hand, it has it's sharp edges. Things prick and pin until you feel all pinched up and numb inside. 

But laughter and light still take place in a glorious dance. Smiles and hugs and whispers that say "Stop worrying silly---it'll be alright. Trust me". 

"Trust me."

Oooh. Harsh words. They seem so innocent and simple. Harmless and soft. Who could have foreseen the way that they would haunt you like a fading nightmare (you know, the ones that you wake up from, forgetting what happened in them but sill knowing that something bad had taken place). 

Tread ever so carefully. Don't crack the eggshells that your toes are on. Keep a sharp eye and a listening ear. Tell yourself to shut up every once in a while, and then think before you speak. 

So don't stop loving sunlight, moonlight, starlight, or the streetlight. Don't sit quietly when you can dance and sing. Smile because there is good to love and to fight for, and not because you're hiding something. 

And trust in faith. Trust in hope. Be a big fan of both. 

Faith, Hope, and Love,
(because they endure)
Kismint