Dear Universe

I’m tired of things that don’t kill me but make me stronger.

I’m not motivated by being more spiritual

I’ve already been a part and a victim of mans competitiveness over ‘spirituality’

I’m not trying to be a wizard or guru

or even to be good

I love who my heart loves and

I don’t apologize for loving them

I’m not grateful for lessons that cut me,

I don’t want to fight,

I don’t want to ‘find my tribe’

I just want to be allowed to be happy.

For a while

To exist without loud voices, and mean spirits,

always ready with insidious words

I know that

Wanting is not better than having

Absence does not make the heart grow fonder

Love may not conquer all

Stop romanticizing pain

Say something,

Give me hope