Dear reader,
I am not informed of who you are, but I am writing you this with words from my heart.
   I once was alone and I had no one on my side; I had no one to turn to. So I turned on myself. Moon after sun, sun after moon, I wept near my window sill, unaware of the warmth beneath my sheet. Just as flowers blossom during the spring, my soul wilted through all. I had imprisoned my own self within my pain and words of neglect.
   However, just as I am writing this letter to you, someone sent me one too. And they made me realize that the sun, the moon and the flowers, they all had such beauty yet because I was closed in with sorrow, I never realized them. I didn't open my eyes to beauty provided regardless.
   Now, I tell you stranger; don't close your eyes to beauty that colours your soul. Let your mouth take in the air, let it burn your lungs. Feel your cheeks warm to the sun, and your feet glowing from the moon.
   For you are a work of beauty


          - Anonymous