I just want you to
know that this is life. All we can do is tie the noose
around our waists
instead of our fragile necks and let it swing us back and forth.
All we can do is open our
hands wide and wear our heart on our fingers, loving everything
we touch. This is life,
we only have one. All we can try to do is touch the minds of some
strangers with words
we carve out of bad memories and sadness hoping for someone to
relate and tell us that
we can get through this. All I want you to know is that this is
life and you can do this.
Do it for yourself, live it because you want to. This is your
life and your mother spent
nine months breaking her back carrying you; all you can give back
is breaking a few bones
and your heart in order for you to be stronger. And this is life
and it's not going to be
spectacular at some moments but all you can do is paint your
nails black and swallow
yellow paint and lie to yourself and say "i'm going to
be happy today" and do it. Be happy
because this is life and you will have to understand that you
won't always have someone at the
door to open it for you, there will always be days where you have
to push the door open
for yourself, and a stranger, and days where you'll
trip over her lies and fall apart from
his palm but this is life and you can not do it. Live it until
you're 87 and you fall apart
from chest pains and you will forget about your grandkids, but
your lover will be by your
side reading you love letters you sent to each other when you
were separated by the seas,
this is life, and this is now, and I believe in
you.
