Opposite Thoughts

bDear Harry,

I can't even sleep tonight. I would close my eyes but never drift away.

Everyday I realize how much I take for granted.

Every time I touch an apple I see those humble faces of kids and people flashing beneath my eye lids.

I would always wonder what I should do. I always wonder if I can do anything at all.

So I would pray. I would pray for everything to be better. For Smiles and laughs of plethoras of people. Everybody deserves hope. Sometimes we are just the Idiotic humans we are and lose it. We lose our hope. Like I did just now. I lost hope of ever meeting you. Or you to read this.

But frankly I am not so sure if I want you to anymore. This is basically my journal. I write out the voice in the back of my head that normally gets forced to stay there but now it's free. It's traveling all through this thick card stock sheets of paper.

My voice. MY voice. The thing that everybody decides to silence day and night. Free.

Love you Harold,

Katrina (you can call .. me Kat )