YouR sails are broken

 

Dearest,

I write about grief like she’s a friend at tea. It’s a skill really. So this here, is magic when you have lost your way. When you care not to find your light, when you sit at your bow looking down as appose to forward.
All I ask is that you understand that you are in that sailboat. It’s not a regular boat. Nothing about it is regular.

And your heart, why it’s actually broken. And it’s a darn part of life. So sit, look down, look up, look sideways, before you look forward.

It’s important to grieve.

To loose something you so loved, well it kills you slowly, sometimes rapidly. Sometimes you just want to pretend that the world does not exist.
It does. No matter how fallen you are my dearest, the sun will still rise Et fall.

Your wake up call,

Rianna Kate Shaikh