"I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing."
Public shoutout of mad fondness and love for Linsey, who is one of the most dependable people I know even tough we don’t directly commuicate often, and because I found an ask from a whole fucking year ago I don’t think I ever answered about understanding a personal thing I wrote which i would like frame probably and an even older one about the line ”I’m me now, and I always am. But I’m never me,” that I definitely did not answer but think about very often
when you read my dear future me letters, the bits about vague other readers than future/past mes I pretty much always write with you in mind.
It hasn’t been a while, this time.