The Truth of You

I see the truth of you.
And it is complicated, tragic, and always beautiful.
Always,
—Iain S. Thomas

This book can be a place we can return to when the world gets too much, a place you will always be welcome.

Dear You,

I want you to know that I see you.

I want you to know that even if no one else does, even if you are a ghost in this bookshop, or just the static floating across the screen of your computer, wherever you’re reading this, I see you.

I see you in the dark, and I see you in the gray. I see you as a story, as words I have spoken or may yet speak. Maybe only in a memory or a dream.

I want you to know that the space between the letters in this book is a space for you.

So if you have the time and the inclination, you can sit here with me, just for a while.

And perhaps between us, we can see the truth, as it stands in these moments that we share.

—Iain S. Thomas

A Moment of Your Time

The truth is you’re not tired—it’s just something you say.

The truth is there’s a part of you that’s still in love, that’ll always be in love.

The truth is that sometimes you forget every good thing you’ve ever done.

But the truth of you is complicated and tragic. But always beautiful.

You forget.

So I wrote this to remind you.

—pleasefindthis