I saw the moon rise today. It was a full moon, orange. It was so beautiful. And yet, yesterday it was so tiny, hardly there. Not yesterday, a few days ago. I’ve lost the concept of time. What i’m saying is, can something this small and inconspicuous become so bright and big in a few days? Is such a miraculous rebirth possible? Is there hope for me?
Maybe I can get through this.
‘You have been in every way all that anyone could be… If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.’
~Virginia Woolf (from her suicide note)
via Smith edu