You Frenchman
You explorer
You harbor courage I could only dream of having
There is something burning inside of you that people around you wish for.
I’ve never met someone so in tune with the truth
So coherent with what the world is saying.
So present
You don’t believe in God
But you believe in this world.
You left because you wanted more
You came back because more was your origin
Life hands you lemons and you make something new.
You dream something big.
You transcend labels
I saw kindness in you first.
Kindergarten you let me in your club
I’ve remembered that ever since.
I remember that each day so I can find happiness in small places.
In kind words and strangers’ smiles.
Your curiosity is insatiable
You ask questions hourly so you don’t have room to stop growing.
You don’t have room to stop thinking.
You don’t have room to stop dreaming.
You believe in more than we can understand.
Your mind is extraterrestrial.
It is not well-known to think outside of yourself.
But you do.
You’re name means door keeper
It fits because you welcome others so humbly.
I could spend a day in your mind and still never fully understand you.
But that’s okay, because I’m not supposed to.
Thirteen years has taught me nothing.
Another thirteen won’t do.

You are not broken.
That term describes shattered glass
That term describes electronics that don’t work.
It doesn’t describe humans.
It doesn’t describe feelings.
It is not an excuse for anger, and spite.
It is not an excuse for raised voices and tears.
Stop searching for sorrow because that’s all you know.
Search for a light in the sky.
Follow it.
Search for companionship in humanity.
Accompany it.
Search for love in hate.
Remember it.
The sadness you feel is not permanent.
Depression is not a way of life.
It is your responsibility to find strength in dusty corners and foggy windows.
You are not empty.
You are filled with organs that work just perfectly for the sole purpose of giving you another day.
Do not take that for granted.
Do not wallow in anger because this is hard.
Do not give up.
You are worth much more than that knife in your hand
You are worth much more than that noose around your neck.
This universe is large
But you are not small
Rid your vocabulary of excuses
Start speaking the language of heartbeats and galaxies
Because they are important
As are you.
You are not broken.
You are not empty.
You are not the sum of two syllable words.
You are a heart. Filled to the brim.
If only you'd learn how to use it.

Wisdom is a powerful weapon.
It is a twelve gauge, blasting the foolish where they stand,
Exploding their ego’s into ashes and ,
Melting uncanny auras, with knowledge their clothes will redden.
Silencing violence with a bullet of truth,
Piercing through a density of ignorance, they will no longer withhold,
To forget everything that they have been told,
Wisdom will intervene in the shape of a nine millimeter, coming only to soothe.

Tracing older memories with fingertips on pillows
Staring at the thought of her and refusing just to let go
Of eyes that could pierce any wall of clouds
And hands that could mould the life of a star
You remind me each time that we speak
That not everything has to go away
I'll always see the same old things
And that's what you bring to me

Memories will peek out from underneath of covers
Gazing at the time that's passed
And this is what you remind me of
Singular thoughts will never be foreboding
Staring at the blanket sky
Laying outside alone for once
Each light described just who you are
Each star helped build your constellation

Carving names in the side of trees
Running old movies in my head
The imbalance in all of nature was
That you and I weren't there
An empty patch of grass was left
And there it sat all alone
Each blade of grass held memories
A thousand moments to not remove