Fragile

My response to fragile days, at least right now, is to reach out. Not for help, but with love. I reach out to the people that matter to me and let them know it. Even though I'm afraid. Even though I'm really scared that my love is too much and I'm fretting over saying something wrong. I'm scared, and I want to isolate, but instead I'm throwing flowers. Sending little paper boats down the river and hoping that even though I can seem to feel good about myself today, maybe the people I love can.

Today I'm scared, of everything, of everyone, of doing something wrong. But maybe I'll brighten someone else's day. Maybe my impact on the word today can still be good.