Red On My Windowsill

I had a bad night last night.

I absolutely love bad nights.

In spite of the panicky feeling I have while caught in the middle of one, there is something intensely beguiling about them, and by the next day I look back and all I can see is alot of beauty.

Last night was full of art. Music, film, and paints. And the fear and the sadness was only a change in the shade. The volume. The angles.

I wake up this morning and realize, after an awful night,
I am getting a little bit stronger.
Because of you, in spite of you,
and mixed in with all this wrongness,
I am getting just a little bit stronger.