Capricorn —
Good god, youÂ’re so tired. Life has worn you down to the marrow of your bones, took everything from you until you were bare-handed; and yet.
And yet youÂ’re still here, standing before me, your spine hardened to titanium, a delicate thing that can withstand even the most apocalyptic of sieges; you still find it in you to smile, bitter-bloody-all-teeth and still happy, somehow.
Know that I am proud of you; of your bravery, of your resilience,
of how youÂ’ve clung to life by the skin of your teeth. I am proud of you.
(And know that you deserve happiness – you may feel like you don’t, you may feel that it is above the likes of you, but you deserve it; you have earned it.
Know that one of these days, the sun will shine down on your lane, too.)