Dear Sheena, a random thought

I will not tolerate bleakness.

It’s YOU who kept me believing.

And trust me, you and I both know I had more than enough molasses of crap to try and halt my faith in life.

Consider this your arsekicking. You’ve done it for me numerous times.

Remember that time you made me listen very loudly to a song whilst you drove too fast down a one way road and we went and shopped and laughed and i said NO to a waistcoat and yes to everything else?

Remember that time I shat you out so badly I reckon your mother would’ve trembled?

Remember that time I came home and cried and we remote karaoked?

Remember that time you came home and spoke of THAT place that I’m not allowed to mention and you’re snortcoptering as you read this?

Remember every single one of those times and remember that things have been worse.

There have been bleaker days and hey, at least we’re human and not dancers.

What is gone, is gone. What remains is what’s honest. What stays is what’s real.

We’re not here to survive. We’re here to flourish.

You knew that before me. Remember that.

Through smit and through shit. Twin powers activate.