in the event i don’t return. don’t fret. i’ve got that strong heart thing, and i’m constant like the river’s rush. but never rash. this isn’t a goodbye letter, but note so you don’t worry. some stay home forever. but these callings flurry like a blizzard in my head and i’ll melt them with action or the sun’s glare out there. and the beat of my heart is just a chorus girl’s hum. some have to join in that collective song. and sing. harmonize. grow with the music and glow with the light. i keep my suitcase packed. because i might forget coming back. i’m writing this letter from my place on the couch. and now i remember i never go out.