Looking, and waiting for the words.
They don’t always appear.
They’re not always there.
But it is okay;
I cannot always live a life in fear.
I hope. I truly do.
Hoping there is no end, no discontinuation,
In what I have come to love
And what I always will.
Without… the world would be utterly bland.
Empty of what I have come to know.
In times before, I was something else.
Lurking in the depths of some dark place.
Invisible to even myself.
And so, I thank.
All that has happened,
And all that you’ve done.
Memories crafted, memories felt.
For it means more than most else.