A letter from July 19th, 2017

hello. today is a good day for someone at least. Probably not me maybe not you. but someone out there is having a good day today. so obviously the world isnt all bad. the roses on my desk from Jannah are wilting. Leaves are falling off, their color is fading. the edges of the petals have turned dark dark red and began to curl. but look up. to the right. another single rose hunches over in a thick white vase on a shelf. it used to be a beautiful soft pink. now its a harsh faded tan. its so fragile, if i were to touch it every petal would fall apart at my fingers. but its still lovely. it holds inside of it memories of love of hope of beauty of different times of the good ole days heh so soon the rich red roses sitting behind my computer screen will wilt. theyll dry up, fade, lose all vividness. but i wont move them theyll stay right here underneath my calendar. i wont disturb the sweet memories of waking up on my 16th birthday to my best friend downstairs with roses. ill never alter the vase that holds the sight of smiles distorting our faces that night we admired her gift. those memories will live on far after the roses have lost all life. so you see if there is joy and treasure even after ***** obviously the world isnt all bad.] xoxo