I don't know much, but I can tell you what "whole" looks like. I've seen it stumble forward with weary eyes and tired hands. Come close, I will hand you a mirror and tell you to look carefully. Can you not hear the galaxies beneath your skin? They paint in whispers that even oceans cannot grasp. I know it took a hurricane and two floods, but there is soil in your ribcage; your scars told me so. Don't mind them though, they're just reminders that you love harder than anyone else. I know you might feel hollow, but there is a reason your heart has lofted ceilings. Never forget how you fought for all that space. Look carefully. These gray skies inside your lungs are simply a canvas, and you rain so beautifully. Oh darling, you rain so beautifully.