Silence

Silence.

What is inside?

Joy

it is {never} enough

When the sun rises I think

to myself that if this were

the last day the sun rises

I would still be glad

because even in the

memory of a dead woman,

it is enough.

When the sun rises I think

to myself that were this

the last day the sun rises

I would sink in despair

because even in the

heart of a grateful woman,

it is never enough.

kirsten's birthday

today is your day.

celebrate, then remember

every day is yours.