Through The Noise

A Letter From Your Friend

Dear friend,

I hope you're doing well.

Look at the moon tonight,

it's beaming on you and so,

open your windows and

let your room bathe with its light.

Unload your shoulders,

you know you cannot hold up

the things you can't control forever.

Lie down,

rest your weary feet and hands,

stop going after wrong people,

the right ones won't run.

Dance along with the

loud silence of the night,

see your reasons

and hope in hindsight.

Clear the mist blurring your eyes,

let it wash the chaos of a long day

and the ichor and dust

tainting your cheeks be carried away.

Let yourself be cleansed from

your ghosts and regrets,

anger and vengeance,

your fear and uncertainty.

Wash, wash, wash,

and soon they will be mine to carry.

Your loving friend,

Pillow.