There are certain people you will meet that make butterflies seem like land mines exploding
They see the sky in a different shade of blue
They shine bright enough that even though you can't see the stars in the city you will always be looking up
Some people
Some people would rather sit behind drum sets than office desks
They play ball games and guitars and they make you want to win at something
They keep you rooting for the underdog
They keep you rooting at all
They remind you that beauty is in your roots
and no matter how strong the wind is
and no matter where your petals may fly
and no matter if he loves you or loves you not
It is always more important to love yourself, first
To believe in the beauty of the magic running through your veins
and that the sparkle behind your eye is not just a mirror trick
It's the passion that changes how you see
It's why you believe that creation and evolution are exactly the same thing
Because building is creating and we cannot all be artists and architects but we all can grow
Some people make you want to shrink and become small again
to cower behind the trees that will never ever falter
But some people make you want to climb the highest mountain in the world and scream
"I MADE IT I AM HERE AND I WILL NEVER LEAVE"
Do not ever leave
even if you never make it
because here is where you are supposed to be
even if you can't see it that way
Even if the sun is blinding your eyes
Or there are no stars in the dark sky
Some people can be the light to guide your path
and you will never be scared of the dark again
you will never need another pair of sunglasses
My loves, even if you do not think you shine
If you look hard enough you will feel the sparks in your bones and you will have to make it your own shade of fire
you will burn this city down
you are a star that will not burn out

Hearts, not heralded in art,
Are broken, mended,
Beating, fragile and still.
We are surrounded;
The unknown to know
The aches and pleasures,
The confusion with love and despair,
Remorse and resentment;
The empty longings,
The burning fulfilment.
Cave walls, train trestles and sidewalks
Are sprayed in verses of universality.
The coupling, birthing and dying
Are the continuous unison that endures
Through the elasticity of love.
Ready to wrap the unravelling.
Our teeth may become straws,
Our ears pinholes,
Our eyes pinwheels,
Our skulls pinheads,
Our bodies pincushions;
But keep heart.