"There will be joy again. You will laugh openly with your whole body bathed in moonlight splashed with spring breeze. You will thoughtlessly touch and be touched in the middle of stories by the loves in your life on shoulders and knees. You will share meals across large tables in open air. You will walk quietly home after an evening that filled you brimming with belonging. You will unearth butterflies breaking from their chrysalis planted in the heart of you fluttering through the garden of your body. Lips will find your lips, hands will find your face, you will share breath like the air after summer rain. There will be deep sleep with lungs filled with fresh air skin sun kissed body tired satisfyingly. There will be cool dawns with morning fog and steaming cups of thought. You will say yes without fear. You will jump off ledges in full faith that the water will catch you. You will get dirty. You will get hungry. You will fill up your belly with food made in kitchens with open windows seducing the world with simmering garlic and fat and spice dancing in the atmosphere. There will be deep clean weeping remembering these days. There will be unmatched gratitude for the grit that got us through the days without joy. You will gracefully let go of what you don't need in the fields where joy grows." -Malachi Hoskins-