you’ll find her, and peace again,
maybe at the same time, life is
unfortunately ironic like that.
the fire burning inside of you
will come to an end – i don’t
know if it’s the winds of the
monsoon or if it our own
but tend to it.
you'll be better off for it.
prompt: letter to your 18 year old self, as suggested by Em in the Napowrimo thread