To my dear future kid
To my incredible, inspiring, beautiful, unique and precious kid , There are going to be days that hurt and hollow you out. Those days are the kind you sit staring at a computer, at the wall or out of a window, just looking, but not seeing anything. You can't think, you can only feel your chest expand and rise to inhale and then purse your lips to exhale slowly. Each breath feels no better than the last, but you know, somewhere deep within yourself that you have to just keep on doing it. There are going to be nights when you lie on your back and tears slip out the sides of your eyes without permission. They stream, cold and chilling on your neck, and you lay frozen. The sadness has a weight words can't carry. The mind can't quite decipher how much loss you feel, how broken and tired your heart is. Below the surface, deep behind the horizontal heart that keeps beating and bleeding out, there is a spark that flickers. It is so faint you can't even acknowledge it, but fu