Some place out there. Close to nowhere.

May those in danger be blessed with safety. 

The last time I saw my father, he looked at me over the doctor’s shoulder and told me to leave the room. I am 21 down on his crossword puzzle, the one he hopes his morning coffee will tease him to remember but the one he always leaves blank. They say the wings of Icarus melted off his shoulderblades and his body, limp and burning and swollen, fell into the sea. I wonder if that night, the Moon calmed her tides for the man lying at the bottom of Her ocean, his back waxy and forgotten. My father tells me he loves me like he wants me to say it back. Like a pill between both our teeth. In his gut is a depression that lines the walls of our home. Someone else’s graffiti. A vandalism we wish we had the palms to grind away. The last time I saw my father, I wish I could have blamed him. I wish I could have ran tape around his bed and called it a crime and walked away with no blood on my hands. I wonder if the Moon stopped recognizing Icarus after some years. The glassy eyes looking up at Her from the seabed soon becoming nothing but lost marbles. I wonder if my father is made of wax. The last time I saw my father, he said he wanted me to go home. Daddy, 21 down is the hardest one to solve, but I think I’ve done it. Another phrase for a father’s love is a father’s hate.

A mind committed to compassion is like an overflowing reservoir — a constant source of energy, determination, and kindness. Or this mind can be likened to a seed; when cultivated, it gives rise to many other qualities, such as tolerance, inner strength, and the confidence to overcome fear and insecurity.

You were born with potential You were born with goodness and trust You were born with ideals and dreams You were born with greatness You were born with wings You are not meant for crawling, so don’t. You have wings Learn to use them and fly.

i feel like 14/15/16 year old’s shouldn’t be following me??

For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse. Crumble.This is not your destruction. This is your birth.