Michelle Boon

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kx3Ddcrgldg)

People were not built to be islands.

In the threads of our being, we long to be vast continents

We want to touch, to see, to know the hands 

Marked by the same scars.

Mounds of sand surrounded by oceans see nothing but the horizon;

days falling into night, and pulled back into day.

What are we that walk alone?

Never seeing your reflection bloom 

in fields of iris

Living ignorant to the bridges

That span overseas

Tell yourself to be brave.

In all things

The small

Things

In the apologies

For drunken nights

Spent blushing over boys you shouldn’t have

At the expense of someone

Worth more than inebriated kisses

Who is priceless

Be brave.

Don’t run

To be grown up

Means pushing back

Against the weight on your chest

Instead of caving in and running from the ruin

Forgetting about the mess

Deciphering adulthood is facing the mess

Embracing the mess

Tell yourself to be brave.

Say it

Mean it

Feel it

Feel everything even though it hurts

Say the hard stuff

Because it gets easier the more you say it

And it’s worth it

Because the more you say it

The more wealth you’ll find

In the embraces that close

Like envelopes

That seal the space between

That’s empty and lonely and sad

In the songs that meld hearts together

Freddie Mercury