Follow Your Dreams Bailey. Be They Harvard

The Fact That People Are Already Reading And Loving Something I Wrote Is Still Hard To Believe.

I Have You Here, All Around Me. I Sit In The Ice Garden To Get A Hint Of This, This Way That You Make Me Feel. I Felt It Even Before I Knew Who You Were, And Every Time I Think It Could Not Possibly Get Any Stronger, It Does.

It Is Destroying Me That I Cannot Ask You To Dance.

The Funeral Is A Quiet One, Despite The Number Of Mourners Present. There Are No Sobs Or Flailing Handkerchiefs. There Is A Smattering Of Color Amongst The Sea Of Traditional Black. Even The Light Rain Cannot Push It Down Into The Realms Of Despair. It Rests Instead In A Space Of Thoughtful Melancholy.

So It’s Really Best To Keep Your Secrets When You Have Them, For Their Own Good, As Well As Yours.