I should say so much more than I do. I have made promises that have disappeared with the winter, weaved dreams out of desperation. There are constant reminders all around us that nothing is ever constant, that we need to cling on to every opportunity of love and beauty. When I write about the words in my head, my fingers and tongue snarl at my inadequacies. I really wish we could all be kinder to the people around us, and to ourselves (it sounds so simple, it’s not). There are prayers we hum in the dark, things that are hidden from the light. Sometimes my head feels like a thousand pins and needles and I want to run as far as the horizon. The only thing that keeps me here is a feeling as soft as a month’s wing. I needed to tell you that I want you to stay and I will tell you again. I want to remember all of this and most of all: I never want to grow tired of living…