I look at you and realise you are partly obscured to me. You use your hair as a shield and - and maybe it protects you as much as it protects me - and MAYBE maybe we’re both better off when we can’t see each other completely (I don’t agree).
And you say you need that net around you, like you only see the world right when something blocks what you see, like that imperfection of vision is anything but you-not-believing-you-can-see-yourself-and-still-stand-tall, like you are blind to your own blindness. Squint a little and maybe you’ll see what I see: you think that caging yourself into such nothingness can make you nothing too,
and that isn’t true,
and that it isn’t true isn’t a bad thing.
Squint a little and you’ll see what I see. Darling, what you are isn’t just a veil that’s meant to stay hidden from the world. You are so much more than what jails you,
and that means you are greater than
you.
There is lightning running across your skin and there is lightning under your skin. And that means you announce the arrival of thunderclaps. You boom across the skies and resonate on the lands and are felt in hearts. You strike terror in some hearts and strike longing in others but you CAN strike,
and don’t you EVER forget that.
I (try to) look at your face and I see maps. The crisscross and the chaos you often hide your eyes behind have stories to tell, like the hidden tales in the lost streets of a vast city. I worry about you sometimes, that you hide so much and so often, that like these tales, your stories will soon become forgotten.
You are history and nostalgia and comfort
coupled with
exploration and novelty
and
the-excitement-of-a-story-unheard. Don’t narrate your story otherwise.
Squint a little bit more (yes-just-a-tiny-bit-more-DON’T-shut-your-eyes) and you will see you are made of ley lines. You see yourself as sharp and harsh and rigid - and you think you’re just a collection of lines that didn’t go as well as planned. You are more than that. Your lines
meet
cross each other
create points of significance
and you’re just the right intersection of ley lines for them to create magic. You are significant and magical,
and that is true,
and that it is true isn’t a bad thing.
