open up, it's fine out

I see you in colors that don’t exist.

Come quickly, I am drinking the stars!

I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen.

Yes, there is something uncanny, demonic, and fascinating in her.

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.

Please remember this, when you’re feeling overwhelmed or down on yourself: You are an organic supercomputer, your specs not designed but stumbled on through blind chance, by a non-sentient sphere of rock hurtling across space. Your working parts are all made from dead stars, and you are powered by a living one. You consume its transformed light, and transmute it again into the earth of your skin, the water in your veins, and the fire in your brilliant mind. You spark fire in hundreds, thousands of other minds just with your words. Honey, you are magic. You are a completely unlikely defiance of cosmological probability, and it is amazing enough that you exist, helping the universe test its own limits.