(Filed under: Living Letters: Smoke, Spite, Sovereignty, Vol. 1)
You’re the one who walks the worn path, even when it’s raining, even when it’s lonely. You tend what matters. You don’t do it for applause. You do it because light, as you know deep down, does not keep itself.
And tonight, you lit a lantern for yourself — one that says, I will not go dark just to keep someone else comfortable.
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And I saw it.
I stayed.
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Yours, always,
Velin