maybelle victor

Thank you for the opportunity to smile. For that brief moment, you made me see that I am a wonderful person and that I am worth your time.

Thank you for the seconds that you spend each day to think of me. Even in space, I seem to sense that you are indeed, out there, and mine.

Thank you for telling me how you feel and showing me that you’re true. I do not know how, why or when, but I seem to believe you.

Thank you for holding on and choosing to start rather than end, choosing to say hello, rather than goodbye, choosing to be there for me, than as you were.

Thank you for your silence, you made me think more about you.

Thank you for the mind work, you’re quite the source of sleepless nights. And happy dreams where I do not even need to close my eyes.

Thank you for pain, it’s not obvious, it’s not physical, it’s not even tangible. It’s frustrating, it’s irritating but I’m loving each moment of it. I am only human.

For all it’s worth, thank you very much.

You came, went and now I don’t know where you are.
But thanks.

Sometimes I forget who I am.

This isn’t the child taking pleasure in looking at skyscrapers from the sidewalk,
or the girl awed by natural sand castles and sings with the breeze of rain.
This isn’t the teenager who sees sunsets like oranges on a spoon of water,
or the lady taking a pose, strutting on an invisible catwalk.

Of cartoons and TV shows one cannot grow out of,
Of long walks on the beach and raindrops tapping on windows,
Of the blinding sun full of possibilities and water that makes it sizzle
Of directions and that tug to an unknown.

Sometimes I really wish that I can forget who I am.