Above Water

By Thomas Feng

July 11^th, 2019

Dear July,

Sorry for not writing to you. I am not in the best of places right now.

And that's okay, it would be more concerning if I was feeling good.

My head is above water, wading up and down with the current.

I am letting life carry me like the ocean.

When the waves come crashing down, they surge back up.

And so I will rise and fall and rise and fall.

I will sit still like the horizon on a few quiet moons.

I will grow deeper and uncover the dark secrets within.

I will have urges to create and shape and advocate and motivate the world around me.

I will cry and roar thunderously until someone listens and tries to understand.

I will reciprocate endless kindness to those I love.

I will glisten when the sun shines again.

That is probably all I can muster tonight July. I hope you understand.

With love,

Thomas

P.S. I promise I am alright.

Thank you for reading my 2019 letters to July (check out previous letters to July), where I write to an abyss with empathy, honesty and a hope that you will feel comfortable sharing more openly with your neck of the woods.

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