I
   CANNOT
                       BELIEVE
I
     LET
                MYSELF
                                    TH­INK
YOU
          WERE
                       EVEN
                                    SLIGHTLY
A
     KIND
                 HUMAN.

ALL
          I AM
                     TO YOU
IS
     A SET
                  OF STAIRS.

you can’t
u n see
the
m a t r i x

Looking for the thing you lack usually means you ignore who's got your back

Ḁ̷̘̘͗͂͒̀̋͝r̵̡̢̛̗̭͉̫̳̈̃ḛ̶̯̟͒͊̊̓ ̴̨͖̲͇̖̭̜͖͕̿͋͝y̴͇̘̩̯̐͂͐̍͝͝ͅơ̴̺̭̝͈͚̜͚͎͐̏͐̑̐̎̃̕ͅu̷͔͒ ̵̝͖̻̼͎̥̬̼͒̇͊p̶̨̘̲̻̒̊̇̈̿̊̋̚͝͝r̵̨͇̟̙̺͛̇̃̔͌̓́̚o̸̙̜̜͙̜̫̮̮̹͂̓̐̎̈́͝͠u̶̦̒­̡̖͍̤̖̻̲ḍ̸̡̲̰̖͍͉͇̫́͂̓ͅ ̶̱̠̮̌ǫ̴̗͇̬̮͕̭̳̹̑̂̋͋̓͑̉̈̕̕f̶̨̝̺͉̪̗̱̙͙̭̑̍̾̈́̂ ̶̡̗̱̺̤̱͔̔̒͐m̶̟̦̹͚̹͙͎̳̦̩̑͗͆̓̔̈́̍͒͝e̴͓̙͈̘̮͉̰̅̈́̓̇͘ ̵͎͍̳͌y̶̲̪̬͙̟͎̻͑͐́͂͋̒͗̃̚̕͜ͅë̷̼͈̫̽̓͒͜t̷̠̺́̉͐̈́̑?̷̮̑͠͠

Grasp the ground.
Hug the Earth.
Protect the history that
Has sunk through
These layers of sand.
The waves of the ocean roll in.

She rages in her centers.
Storming in her own lands at the
Center of the sea,
The middle of the water.
There is every color within the waves.
Violet seeps through her Earth as
Yellow reflects from the golden sun,
Glinting on the surface,
Just hitting the corner of your eye,
Allowing the hues to
Flood your brain.
She washes over you and the sand,
Reminding you she's alive
And that you are alive with her.

Hug the Earth.
Grasp the ground.

You are worth more than you give yourself credit for

Its bad now

But we have been happy before and we will be again

I promise

You are beautiful and loved and worth it.