To begin, you must look to the feet. You don’t want to be the first to fight, you want to be the last one breathing. So place your limbs where you can reach them, place your heart where you won’t need to. If you must hide, stay.
Have you known how deeply a body will open when you refuse to follow the soul out of it?
The path is irrelevant. Instead, remember where you are. Remember where you’ve left. Remember where you run. Even when you don’t want to remember, you don’t want, you don’t, you don’t: remember why you stay. Have you forgotten what year it is?
Time is only a stance without a journey.
You can be wrong about so many things, about your world, your life, your self, the hour of the day, the day of the week, the month of the year, the year you were born, and that’s okay. We’re all lost here. Don’t you find yourself when it matters?
I know, I know, you have so much to lose, in so many different ways. So many bodies that have given themselves to you, whether you take them or not. So many wounds you need to seal, only the last one yours. So many places you can break. How long have you hurt?
Yes, I do want to know.
Don’t be afraid. The thrashing of your limbs is only the sound of life trying to live a little longer.
Breathe. Blood races to the heart only to be sent back out. Remember it’s okay to be hurt, and it’s okay to break. When your body is ridden with holes, you’ll have enough space for everyone else and you. How many times have you mistaken what’s missing from what’s disappeared from what was never there?
Just another god now. Just another god and if you think no heaven will have you, then settle.
Whatever you are is beautiful, is beautiful.
You can build houses from bones, wash vessels in blood. Whatever you do is beautiful, is beautiful. Yes, I do think so. Whatever you love is beautiful, is beautiful.
And if you can’t remember what this is, happy birthday and love you.
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