Pillow Thoughts

by Courtney Peppernell

You told me that I was your rose, but in the winter you turned your attention to all the other flowers in the garden instead of tending to my fallen petals.

When they look back at you, they see an entire universe; you are a body of art, you are a map of galaxies, you are every flower, lovely from the start.

You will compare yourself to others, everyone does it, but try to remember someone compares themselves to you, too.

Things might not get better tomorrow. You may have many tomorrows and nothing changes. But that is not the point. The point of moving through all these tomorrows is to get to the one tomorrow that finally does get better.