Mymum's gota posterdeer nailed to her livingroomwall. She wentout oneday witha saw and cutdown somebranches ofa birch. She put'hem around herstag.

Dear Tom,

Here's a list for thee of
things that I can't see
in you:

[...]

Eradicate the stains,
dust off
what remains
of me.

Love, YD

You take one step
...
and then another.

You don't look back;
you do not bother.

And,
while you wait,
you're mind's
whistling
a tune.

Fear is excruciating fullness;
fearlessness annoying,
like a bee
buzzing,
bumping
against your skull.

"Truth is bound to stones
and thrown into the water,
never to be retrieved."

I know it's hard sometimes
when things haven't lined up

or they have
but you feel hungry,
exhausted:
your vision's blurry --
kees wabbly.

Remember this then:

You chose this path,
you had those dreams,
surely (surely!)
it's not as bad as it seems.

You're worth it all,
you'll get support --
just ask for it,
just let them walk
beside you.

Don't drive yourself crazy

but
stand up strait,
smile a little,
be gentle-hearted,
and
hard-working.

Things
will
in time
fall
into place

piece
by
piece.