Let the world in and sooner or later people will see the
oceans
pouring out of you. You'll walk down the street and someone
will mistake you for the sky. You are beautiful
because you let yourself feel, and that is a brave thing indeed.
Treasure the company of being alone. Think of solitude as another
friend for you to hold hands with in the
dark. You have clipped wings and scars from when people told you
that you were too young and too human and too weak to
try to scale the troposphere with your
eyes closed, but you were born from the earth and you were born
from a wave
of your mother's love and you will end up in a horizon somewhere
between the two.
