Perfect doesn't mean without imperfections
Because imperfections are lovely
Perfect means that I wouldn't have to you any other way
So when you say you're not perfect
Because you've made some "mistakes"
I want to cry
Because those mistakes are beautiful
Because they are part of you
And you my friend,
Are perfect

Stay extraordinary,
I love you

I do not wish to be mature
I do not wish to be wise or responsible
I do not wish have an older soul
For it is not of my own doing

My house was on fire
And I was caught in the flames;
Of course I deteriorated quicker
And I learned how to not burn and become ashes

What should have taken a while to start to turn brown at the edges
From the sun and the warm pavement
Just took being born there

I do not wish to be able to take care of your child so well
For it was because I took care of my father when he couldn't do it himself

I do not wish to be able to avoid conflict easily
For it took practice to master

I have been molded
I have been been burned
I have shaped
I wish I weren't
But I am
And here we are today

I am a mix of grieving and grateful

That fact that you don't feel like it
Or are too scared to do it
Just shows
How much more you need to

Go for a walk?
You should
Take  a shower?
You should
Text your friend?
You should
Get out of bed?
You should
Create.... anything?
You absolutely should

A little oval
The size of a been
It's green
And I'm not sure if it's taunting me
Or comforting me
But it's there
Staring

It's hard to believe
That something so small
Could change my big world

I know it will dissolve
Into many little workers
Trying to take the wheel of my brain
For my captain is evil
And they want to help me

Please do help me

I've tried everything else

That moment when the plane is departing
It is zooming out on everything
The huge houses now the size of your thumb
If your close enough you might be able to see the cars
Cars full of people
Family
Friends
Enemies
All going somewhere
All human beings
Every car has at least one person
Every person has its problems
Every person is thinking
Every person has their own life
Their own soul
Beliefs
Qualities
Passions
Fears
And I am zooming out on all of them
I get to see them all so small

I don't really know how luck works
But I go and pick a car
And I wish them health
I wish them love
I wish them peace
And I wish them luck
On the rest of this journey
And when I'm done
Well
I pick another one
Until I can't see anymore
And then I close my eyes
And think about the terrible flight food I’m eating for lunch

If you think the seed is big
Look at the dandelion

If that's giant
Look at the person who blew on it

If they look huge to you
Look at their wish

If their wish seems so grand
Zoom out a bit
And take everyone's wishes from all over the land

If all of those wishes sent to the sky seem humongous
Just wait till you look up at it
And everyone who's ever looked at it
Dead or alive
Mean or kind

Even space
Is constantly expanding
You can zoom out more and more

If the whole universe is big to you now
Look at it again after you read this poem once more