Mondo '77

There's beauty in depth. Sitting in a mostly empty apartment, carpet soft under your toes, talking. The sliding door remains open, the cool breeze of a partly-rainy day wafts in with the calming breezes outside. The conversation shared is one of responsibility - to yourself, and to others. Words of emotional recognition and honesty create a ladder, and the context allows you to climb out of the pit.

The pit has been a dark place. Your fears sleeping in your bed, holding your hand in the car, walking you to work. They kiss you goodnight, they wake you in their embrace, they promise to stay with you always. They whisper in your ear, "You don't deserve this, you don't deserve love or happiness. We'll stay with you, though, always."

And now you watch the sky dance in clouds and rain. You talk it out. You bring the fears to the light, and shed them. The depth of conversation reminds you the most important detail, the one you forgot: you are strong, beautiful, and intelligent. You also have depth, maturity, and charm. If nothing else, you have the merit of your own company, and your many friends. There is no alone as long as you remember you.