I've been tired. Staring outside a window and watching the mist lower and rise. It's a grey sky today. Did you know I leave little sketches now and again at my work? On the tables in the employee lounge. Little things, warm wishes, heart felt reminders there is a tomorrow when we feel the day is over.

I once heard someone laughing about it with another, saying how silly and dumb it was....you know.. I sit with a lot of people. One of them asked me why I bother doing any of this, why I say kind things when hardly a soul is listening, and that there are so many more people who just don't understand, or don't care about anything but what is in front of them.

The world I live in is broken and quiet, but there is hope. My legs are weak, my voice is soft. My heart is broken, and my lips only ever have a smile to the outside eye. I'm a wreck, and this place around me is a mess. So where do I start...? I run my hands across the crumbs and splinters. I make little piles that I call home and I take it a breath at a time. So why do I do this? Oh I just don't know, why not? Is it wrong if kindness is ignored by a thousand people, but one of them can see it for just a fleeting moment?

Is it worthless to look for the good in others when time and time you're told there is none? I sat with a gentleman in a pub and he told me " We don't have enough time. Not as much as you care to think. " and I chuckled, lowered my pencil and shook his hand. " You have a lot in you. Maybe you don't see it yet, but I can tell you have all the time you need to make it worth living for. " I haven't seen him since but I'm hoping he someday thinks about it.

I have a weight on me. I'm exhausted...and this is my home. Call it philosophy, call it spirituality or even madness. Why do I do this...? ...Because no matter where you are, no matter where you came from, or how long it's been, what you have seen, what you believe...I'm hoping..just hoping these words will be good to you.

You deserve a break, and a reminder that not everything is lost, and that as long as there is any speck of goodness in this world, it is worth every breath seeking out. You deserve to hear it said and written that today of all days..I believe in you, that you're the one I wanted this to be seen by. So take care..I'll be here for a while yet.

Inspired by Vanilla's " To Me / Soiree " which can be found here http://vanillabeats.bandcamp.com/album/for-what-its-worth