i love the moon on a clear and on a cloudy night.
i love the cobwebs in the corner.
i love the feel of the wind in my hair and hand as i drive.
i love the water of the world, and the way it moves.
i love the dandelions that grow on my front lawn.
i love the memory of a full-mouthed bark and wagging tail.
i love waiting for trains to pass, and the horn that can be heard from my window sometimes.
i love being with friends who care about more than the surface pleasantries.
i love road trips and walking the streets of new places.
i do not hate life or the world or god or myself,
no matter how much i temporary blame any of those given things for my hurt.
forgive me.