Sunshine

(I don't know what to tell you. It is the Eve of your Day, so no, I do not think you should be crying. 

But we are all crying, constantly, lately, it doesn't end, there's no rest to be had, if we are all crying all the time perhaps it doesn't matter if you are now, tonight, on the Eve of your Day, perhaps it doesn't mean what you fear it means. He says he knows the day will be good by the first wave he catches, sometimes life is as simple as moments, the calendar says January is almost over and I think you are still alive, aren't you still alive? 

You can dry your tears but you don't have to. 

After all, the waves will wet your cheeks, too.)