Stop being scared.

Everyone else is
       scared, too.

Just knowing that should make you

       Less frightened.

It’s much easier to clean up the candle drippings once the wax has congealed.

But that may take a moment.

Go to bed angry, it’s okay.

I have so much in me.

But most of it I’m not brave enough to write.

The honesty from others nourishes me, the honesty from myself terrifies me.

Thank you.

The flame from the candle in front of me is dipping and waving quickly. I feel that maybe it’s anxious about it’s impending death.  Swaying up and living voraciously, because it knows it has only a few hours left to swallow the fruits of the air that it breaths.

Real.

       Even if it’s mean. I don’t care if           you hate me.

Just please never lie to me.

That’s the sexiest thing I know
                      
                         to exist.