For the thoughts that came, and left me thinking.
Thank you for being there, for staying even though it was just a brief moment of time. For staying long enough to allow me to express you through the movement of my fingers on my keyboard before I come to a long pause and click ‘save’ instead of ‘publish’.
Even though you came in your pieces, without a beginning and/or an ending, and left me searching frantically for the point you were trying to make. But just remember, I treasure you broken as much as you are whole.
Here’s to all the drafts I kept, all the drafts I have yet to keep, all the drafts I aspire to finish but never quite have the words to.
I’ll let you all out someday.