buried in an avalanche of erectile dysfunction pills and princes who seek asylum

the great deals only i have been selected to receive and the tax debt relief i didn’t know i needed

under the auto warranties and mail order brides

the dating sites and hot horny women in my area

between car insurance rates and lower aprs

nestled up to they can’t wait to show me the shocking truth and pro and anti fascism rants

job offers and home loans

presidential surveys and kickstarters

desperate pleas and they couldn’t believe the results until they tried it

fat burners and weight gainers

secret shoppers and barely concealed hostility

jesus saves and dangerous waves

is the government spying on you

buried down in the sewage of electronic correspondence

i find a nice little message

she’d read my garbage and hoped i find the peace i so desperately seek

she was low and stumbled upon my words and they lit the fire of hope from the embers of desolation

i’m paraphrasing

she left home and sought to see the sights that would inspire her to write

to read books on distant shores

watch the sunrise over foreign skylines

her whole life had been spent making others happy while never finding the thing that made her smile

but she found in the words she read that sometimes it isn’t in someone else to find that which you want

she’s bipolar or manic depressive or whatever new coat of paint they toss onto an age old issue

let it shackle her to a less than healthy life for fear of not finding anything else out there

she isn’t alone

her struggle is the same so many others face

and no matter of drugs or talking it out ever helped

but reading someone else saying the things she choked down made her feel like it wasn’t a weight around her neck but a pendant to show

she said she was writing to each of us to thank us for demystifying the stigma

her words

mine would be less lovely

and she just wanted to say not to give up

i teared up as i read that because it isn’t the depression and loneliness that kills you it is the feeling that you are the only one that feels it and it just has to end

but if she can do it

well hell

her sprout took life in a field of boner pills and sex craved milfs and insurance and schemes and fat burners to gain mass and remove unsightly cellulite and is the government watching you

and from that sprout hope springs infernal

she was relegated to the spam folder and made it her palace if even for a day

and i hope she grabs life by the testicles and rides it to her happily ever after

far from the lands of cannot and won’t that i have staked as my own

i don’t know you but my heart does and it loves you for being what it can never achieve

i hope your voice sings over the seas and everything sweet and nice happens for you

you deserve it my spam folder well wisher

you deserve it all