These days we seem to get advice from everywhere but you've probably never heard the part about how you should definitely find someone who thinks in metaphors.
Maybe you've never heard of the advice to find someone who's hands whisper way more than their mouths ever will
Find someone who doesn't just move your heart but moves your whole rib cage so that your facing in the direction of the sun
Find someone who knows that your soul isn't actually in your chest but is in your feet leading you down your path
A person that can tell you exactly what light SOUNDS like and knows that the darkness is more blinding than the day
Find someone whose eyes speak with a sound deeper than all oceans
and I bet you've never heard how you should find someone who thinks the sky is purple and the grass is blue just because you need to look at the world differently sometimes.
Someone who tells your stories with words that spill out of their eyes because those are the ones that count
let them match your tiny rhythms
let them kiss all the cracks in your skin
as they fall in step beside you
Fall in love with someone who thinks in metaphors
They'll understand

There should be a special place in hell for mothers who don’t love, respect, and support their sons
I know things won’t always be perfect but the least you can do is care
I hope someday within those loud, echoing words of disappointment, those angry cries of doubt - over the next thing you think he has failed you for - leaving him to put his head in his hands wondering if he’s good enough for you, that you see the words hidden in his face, etched upon his skin
“I’m doing this for you mom”
Because what am I supposed to say as he lays his head on my shoulder with tears in his eyes saying to me “I don’t want to go home anymore”
When he thinks that you don’t love him because all you end up showing is hate
Am I supposed to say that's okay?
This is the son who said all he was worth was a marine uniform and a way to die just to make. you. proud.
Anger is no answer and if your boiling point is 212 degrees you’ll go 213 just to prove your hatred
You know you could break his heart with a pinprick yet you still go so far
And all I can do is hope next time you raise your hand against him you see in his eyes the words he’s tried over and over again to scream to you

“I’m just doing this for you mom”