an open letter to the child of winter,
the deepest depths of you, i have yet to see. but the glimpse of a fraction has revealed more than a galaxy. your mind is a constellation of all the pretty stars in the universe combined, and if you would let me, i would sit with you a thousand times over as we share the silence of your winter. i know some will not be as pleasant as the ones you have shown, but i promise to sit through every story untold. for in this lifetime and the next, i will keep listening to the soft humming of your soul.
yours until the end of time,
gem
