Miss Maya

Today I recieved the most amazing letter I've ever gotten.
Not to say that I get many letters, but even if I did, this would surpass them all, no question.
You know what, scratch that.

Today I didn't just recieve a letter, I recieved a past, a night's worth of tears, a confidence, a happiness, a sorrow, a love, a soul. Two peices of paper, front and back, caused an emotional riot for me today. I must have said "Good tears guys, good tears!" to my art table at least five times whilst reading it. Truth is, they were sad tears, scared tears, and then such such such good tears. Ridiculously good ones.
Good because even though the author of the letter doubted my faith in it's words, I believed them all. Good because it wasn't just that I wanted to believe them, it's that I couldn't even bring myself to suggest that they were lies. Such such such good tears because I love you.
And if it hadn't been for this blog, none of it ever would have even happened.

Honest to God, I believe in fate and destiny and all of those things now. I mean, those things were indefinite in my mind before, but not now. There are no coincidences. Recently I took up karma as a real force, but to hell with it, they're all real, or at least I'll tell myself that.

Strength is such an odd thing, really. There are so many different types of it. The strength to keep silent, the strengh to cry out, the strength to help, they're all different and the same and beautiful in their own ways. But my favorite strength, and yes, I have a favorite strength, is the one that ultimately led to my letter.
The strength to go on.

"and that's among the darkest thing in my life, you were the brightest."