notes to Sylvia-
you are loved, you know.
you are.
surprised?
but many feel the same silent love for such an unlikely heroine.
the same sense of gratitude.
not for what you did - never for what you did.
for what you shared.
for what you explained.
for what you illuminated - that resounding darkness settling in your mind just like the murky webs of spider-spun moth wings you wrote into pages of cathartic prose.
the trap you could not escape, or defeat, you instead exposed.
you called it out and laid it in plain open sight for anyone paying attention to see.
so that stepping around it could appear like a much better way.
todaytheworldisbrighterthanithaseverbeen
