surrealism

Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.

You are not hard to love. Say it to yourself, out loud. You are not hard to love. You are poetry in motion, you are every metaphor that I could only grasp the edge of, the thing that is so beautiful that it can’t be written. You are fluid, capable of such softness but with the strength and persistence to wear away mountains. You are magic, charming in your clumsiness, your willingness to fall in life and love takes great courage. You are intoxicating, one taste of your skin makes the world softer, warmer, find someone who wants to get drunk off of you. You are passion embodied, let them see this, do not hide how you feel for people who let the world make them hard. You are more than enough, deserving of someone who wants to look at you through a telescope so that they can see every galaxy within your eyes. You are not hard to love. Do not let anyone convince you of this. You are not hard to love.

I feel small; but so are stars from a distance.