A letter shared by Little Miss Good for Nothing to be buried in the time capsule. The letter comes as she has been observed doing nothing for an inordinate and perhaps concerning amount of time.
Dear 2023,
This year I fell in Love with that which is more than Life itself, for that force which begs the question: what is Life worth Loving for?
And in this Love I am becoming: a being which moves more freely, a human with a stronger spine, a spirit spiraling more determinedly along our evolution.
In this Love my heart is broken and longing: unable to hold its Lover, watching the Lover grieve our losses, starving for reunion.
My being cries so fiercely it has caused hurricanes to stir within me. At times the fire in its heart so empowered, all that lies beneath it begins to boil.
In this Love I am entangled. I am loosing sense of time and who I am or you are, aren’t we All?
This letter isn’t meant for you, for what are you anyway? You are no greater a new beginning than those which are always happening, not worth more celebration than the new beginnings we observe being painstakingly birthed amongst the rubble of our dying humanity. Within our walls we are all prisoners.
Share this message with your Father, who knows patience. Share it with your Mother, who knows birth and death by heart: the children are on their way, All spiraling in Love.
God, bless this journey, our messengers and the martyrs. Bless this time we share.
Yours truly,
Little Miss Good for Nothing