Feb 2014
When you don’t know how to take the first step, plunge into the deep end. Channel your fear down to the peak of your head and take a leap, trusting that the laws of physics will bring you down where you were meant to be.
2. When your chest grows heavy, do not show courtesy to your neighbors by letting your desperate words gently trickle out from your fingertips. Let the syllables erupt from your eager lips until the lines of anger on their faces transform into lines of jealousy and desire. If their passion grows as brave as yours, they will lift their voices to join your own.
3. Keep quiet when your words grow tired. Do not string together syllables to fill the silence; the bitterness in the sound will only spread. Allow silence to trace your skin, settle around your frame, surround your limbs in a warm embrace. Silence is not be feared.
4. If your heart and spine feel like foreign intruders, allow the stars to make your atoms feel like they've found home. They are the only ancestors that can decipher the strange homesickness that wracks your bones on a silent Tuesday night. They are eager to comfort, if only you allow your heart to fall in love with the stained night sky.
5. If you hold your words close, you will notice. Do not be afraid of what you learn; do not be afraid of what the world so eagerly offers. The silence of a starry night, the gentle swaying of towering trees, the vibrant colors of a beautiful sunset, the eager chirping of invisible birds on a Sunday morning- if any phenomenon makes your heart clench then make it your paradise, your bliss, your home.
6. Every being is bursting at the seams with passion. It runs through our bloodstream, fills our lungs, traces our lips, rests on our fingertips. Do not let it escape through the holes that hatred so ruthlessly bore through your body. Allow it to heal the burns.
2. When your chest grows heavy, do not show courtesy to your neighbors by letting your desperate words gently trickle out from your fingertips. Let the syllables erupt from your eager lips until the lines of anger on their faces transform into lines of jealousy and desire. If their passion grows as brave as yours, they will lift their voices to join your own.
3. Keep quiet when your words grow tired. Do not string together syllables to fill the silence; the bitterness in the sound will only spread. Allow silence to trace your skin, settle around your frame, surround your limbs in a warm embrace. Silence is not be feared.
4. If your heart and spine feel like foreign intruders, allow the stars to make your atoms feel like they've found home. They are the only ancestors that can decipher the strange homesickness that wracks your bones on a silent Tuesday night. They are eager to comfort, if only you allow your heart to fall in love with the stained night sky.
5. If you hold your words close, you will notice. Do not be afraid of what you learn; do not be afraid of what the world so eagerly offers. The silence of a starry night, the gentle swaying of towering trees, the vibrant colors of a beautiful sunset, the eager chirping of invisible birds on a Sunday morning- if any phenomenon makes your heart clench then make it your paradise, your bliss, your home.
6. Every being is bursting at the seams with passion. It runs through our bloodstream, fills our lungs, traces our lips, rests on our fingertips. Do not let it escape through the holes that hatred so ruthlessly bore through your body. Allow it to heal the burns.
